Christmas is welcome to come without ribbons. Or come without tags. It can come without packages, boxes or bags. But I need Daddy carving the roast beast to have it feel like the real thing.
SO we shelved the presents, put the ham order on hold, and agreed to meet up on MLK weekend and do it up CORRECTLY.
And oh, but we have.
The move seemed really appropriate. MLK himself was a minister, after all, so Christmas would have been a High Holy Day for him, too.
We gathered, prayed together, yacked, drank too much wine. We watched seasonally appropriate uplifting movies like WINTER’S BONE and CABIN IN THE WOODS. We ate too much and opened presents —Julie got us this AWESOME birdhouse to encourage all my adored little birds to make MORE birds.
Best of all, it was all of us together, the little clot of ten people I love best in all the world, plus an eleventh, my nephew’s SRS girlfriend, who is beginning to be dear to all of us.
We are all a big pack of weirdos, and this weekend, we were all just weird and comfortable being so, tucked in among our own. MERRY MLK-HRISTMAS, everyone.
Oh, here is one thing we did: We rewrote Christmas Carols to be MLK-weekend appropriate. Here is part of one – I wish I could remember them all:
(Sing to the tune of HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS)
Have a Martin Luther K-hristmas,
It’s a holiday delight
We’ll have fun, and hot crossed buns
And lots of civil rights
It’s a Martin Luther K-histmas
And I think it’s just the best
Eating ham, and pie and jam
At a non-violent protest.
OH! HARK! It’s Rosa Parks,
What gift does she want?
She’s heading for the bus,
Take her right down front!
It’s a Martin Luther K-hristmas
What’s the shattering sound you hear?
A glass ceiling break?
So we can ALL partake
In K-hristmas, this year!