Soggy Santas
Tough year. No doubt. There might be a soupçon of pathos when we wish each other a Merry (or Happy) Christmas.
Now to make things even worse on an unavoidably sober Christmas Day, a weather system is pelting the Midwest with heavy snow and the East Coast with torrential rain, potential flooding, and damaging winds.
We got some soggy (albeit socially distant) Santas out there. The rain is totally wiping out whatever holiday cheer we had left. Does this thing deserve the dignity of a moniker?
Well, apparently it does — he’s been named “Harold.” Maybe after the Christmas carol: “Hark, the ‘Harold’ Angels Sing.”
But because we’re talking about so many issues going wrong in this bizarre year, in these “uncertain times”, at least we’re not complaining about Christmas and commercialism.
That particular “airing of grievances” goes way back, at least to the time of the Round Table. (Not King Arthur’s — the one at the Algonquin Hotel where
writers of the New Yorker once gathered to drink and trade quips, primarily the former.)
Legend has it that during a booze-fueled word game, somebody challenged George S. Kaufman to use the word “meretricious” in a sentence. His answer was:
“Meretricious and a Happy New Year!”
The same to you, my fellow NitLetters and to Harold, too!
https://www.countryliving.com/life/a...rry-christmas/
https://www.westportct.gov/Home/Comp...s/News/8695/35
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_S._Kaufman