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Category Archives: Holiday

Christmas Counterprogramming

It seems that there are those who took this post to heart, and a few have already thanked me for it, so in that spirit of Christmas counter-programming, here is a little list of links that have absolutely nothing to do with Christmas. Most are gratuitous summer posts, and a few are just random nonsense to pass the rest of the day. Get your merry on, get your freak on, get your Boxing Day paraphernalia ready! Dukes up…

A Bohemian Summer collection.

A Coquette Summer cacophony.

Summer floral abundance.

Shirtless summer frolicking. 

Summer break.

Summer nakedness.

Summer deep dive.

Summer speedo.

Year-round gratuitous male nudity.

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A Christmas Message For You

This is a bit of an odd Christmas message. It goes out to all of you who may be be scrolling through your phones trying to escape your family or circumstances, holed up in a childhood bedroom or vainly trying to disappear into the corner of a couch while passers-by fail at being surreptitious in glancing at your screen. Maybe you’re at an endless Christmas dinner table, where half the people have already brought out their phones instead of engaging in conversation and you’re trying to look like you have concerns of greater import as well. 

For a lot of us, Christmas is just another minefield of social anxiety-prone situations, of dealing with difficult family dynamics, and ignoring the grievances that have piled up throughout the years. We build it up to be this year-ending finale of joy and wonderment, a moment that suddenly erases all wounds, and the hype and hoopla rarely translates into anything that meets expectations. 

For those of you waking up to the emptiness that Christmas sometimes becomes, this post is for you. It won’t solve any of those issues, it won’t change your mindset or dramatically alter your mood – it exists simply to give you a friendly nod, to let you know you’re not alone, and that this day doesn’t have to be what humankind has led you to believe it should be. There are lessons in the Christmas story that are timeless and pertinent, and they are so trite and basic that if you need a reminder of them you probably aren’t living a life of basic decency and goodness anyway. (I also find that those who espouse such religious virtuosity seem to forget those very lessons when it comes to forgiveness or immigrants or homeless people.)

It’s a reminder that though you may momentarily feel like a misfit, in whatever situation you find yourself, this is merely a day – one of many days in a year, and a lifetime – and it need not carry any more weight than what we give it. It’s a reminder that you are not alone, no matter how isolated you might feel, whether in a sea of family and friends or in an apartment by yourself, because we all feel alone at times. And sometimes the loneliest people are those who are surrounded by others all the time, because if you don’t know what it’s like to ever be alone, how can you truly appreciate the company of others? 

My plan for the day is to appreciate the moments of stillness and quiet, and carve out a few for myself if they don’t magically appear. I wish you a very Merry Christmas, and a happiness and contentment that goes beyond this finite season. 

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A Children’s Christmas Hour Coda with Chris

My friend Chris is one of those enviable people who try to make the most of every moment, packing in action and events into every single hour of living. He’s the guy who books his flights at the last hour possible in order to extend the weekend for its full duration. I’m the opposite – I prefer to hear out early to get home and get back in the head-space of the daily grind so as to allow some decompression time. There are merits to both, but on this Sunday following our Boston Children’s Holiday Hour, I decided to give Chris’s way half a chance. When he mentioned he had never been to the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum, I went against all my Virgo grain and decided to join him on an impromptu Sunday morning jaunt to one of my favorite places in Boston

My usual time to visit the Gardner is deeper into the winter, when I’m starting to feel the despondency of the season really start to drag us down. Maybe we’re already in such despondent waters, as I felt the pull of needing to be around beauty and warmth and greenery. Orchids against a snowy backdrop will always remind me of the magic that is humanity

This is the original birthplace of my love-affair with tree ferns, where a quartet of them anchors the central garden courtyard. Scarlet accents of poinsettias, amaryllis, and flowering maples provided a new view for me (I don’t recall ever visiting during the holidays – shame on me for such negligence). 

Something was producing an exquisite perfume, but I never could determine its origin – one of those beautiful mysteries that will have to remain unsolved for now. 

With the chaotic conundrum that is Christmas buzzing in the city around us, this sacred bit of tranquility and calm, charm and verdant beauty, provided a respite and relief. Shared with a friend, it came with a solemnity that hinted at the real meaning of Christmas.

Chris and I, both approaching our mid-century mark next year, found ourselves contemplative and still able to laugh at life. Our concerns are wildly different from what they were a quarter of a century ago, when a weekend in Boston meant drinking, partying, and losing mornings and often days – absolutely no regrets, for then or for now.

When our time at the Gardner was done, Chris went on to Harvard, I was back on the dreaded Mass Turnpike, and somehow Christmas was back in my heart.

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A Boston Children’s Holiday Hour, Completely Misnomered

One of my favorite Christmas traditions for the past seven or eight (?) years has been the cumbersomely-named Boston Children’s Holiday Hour. It was originally scheduled as a quick one-off gathering when a few of us found ourselves in Boston on the weekend or two before Christmas. I opened up the condo for an afternoon “hour” of hot cocoa as people were winding around the city on their holiday touring. That original hour turned into several, and we ended up ordering dinner in and making night of it.

Since then, we’ve managed to make some assemblage of friends and family throughout the years, and now that we’ve reached 2024, most of these ‘children’ are teenagers and young adults. That doesn’t mean they aren’t still someone’s child, or that we need to change the premise at all. Some years simply make us work harder for it, such as this one, which found me stuck on the Mass Turnpike as a poorly-predicted snowstorm made driving hazardous. 

A major accident involving trucks and multiple vehicles occurred just before I reached Worcester, shutting down that section of the Mass Turnpike. In all these years of driving to Boston, I’ve never once driven there any other way than on that turnpike, but suddenly we were all being re-routed off  I-90. A holiday stranglehold of traffic ensued, which found us standing still for about an hour as snow piled up around the cars. I contemplated the empty bottle of Vitamin Water as a urinal should things come to that point. Eventually, things moved a bit, and after a five-and-a-half hour drive (which normally takes me two-and-a-half) I arrived in Boston, where the snowy scene was almost enough to make up for the ordeal. Almost. 

Braddock Park is magical after a snowfall, and this was one of the first holiday gatherings that had a backdrop perfectly designed for the cozy theme at hand. Chris was arriving that first night by train, and he sent me a picture of an iced-out train door straight out of the Polar Express. I looked out at the street below and watched as the light changed from hour to hour. The wind passed over us, allowing the snow to settle and stay on the tree branches.

The next morning dawned with skies of blue and sunlight to show off nature’s wonder. The day of our children’s holiday hour had arrived again, with family contingents from Suzie and Kristen due to arrive that afternoon. 

Chris and I headed out for a brunch at Metropolis and some last-minute shopping, and an impromptu holiday stroll of our own, where we happened upon some free Levain cookies at a luggage store – that alone made the chilly walk worth it. 

I headed back to the condo while Chris finished up his shopping excursion, pausing to take in this glorious sunny scene from the Southwest Corridor Park. Winter has its enchantments.

Our cozy Christmas gathering was at hand, and I got to meet George and Ruby, enlarging our happy circle. Just a few days before Christmas, I finally felt a twinge of Christmas spirit – or maybe it was just the love of lifelong friends, and is there all that much of a difference? Both are healing, both are soul-enriching, both fill the heart with warmth powerful enough to see us through the rest of the winter. 

This little family of friends, ensconced in a little pied-à-terre in one of my favorite cities, has become the saving grace of my Christmas season, always managing to turn around whatever bah-humbug mood or real family strife that may be waiting for me in my hometown. The night closed around us, but the festivities were not quite finished for the weekend…

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All Holly, No Jolly

The holly has been enjoying a banner year, much like the hydrangeas did this past summer. I’ve captured sumptuous berry displays like this both in Boston and Albany (these are from the Boston show during last weekend’s holiday stroll). Its pointed foliage is pretty with or without its scarlet accents. ‘Tis the season for these berries. Life’s little delights… little, poisonous, deadly delights… 

Don’t eat the holly.

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Cultivating Christmas Spirit

Sorrowful confession: I haven’t felt the Christmas spirit yet this year. While not outright or immediate cause for alarm, I did have a twinge of concern as I closed out this year’s holiday stroll weekend with nary a particular moment of holiday spirit. Perhaps it was this damper at the Newbury Boston, or maybe the second Christmas without my Dad is hitting more keenly than the first since it’s finally settling in – whatever the reason, the traditional comfort and warmth of the season has thus far eluded me. 

Sometimes it happens this way – and sometimes it shows up right before the big event. Even if it doesn’t, I’ve made my peace with not feeling the same joy we once did as kids. In addition to doing my own growing up, the world has changed in the past few years, leveling traditions that once felt like they would, and should, last a lifetime. And honestly, I simply don’t care. It’s ok to change, and it’s ok to step back and away from customs that exist simply for the sake of custom. There is power in such history, and sentiment in such traditions; there is also power in letting them go when the time is right. 

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This Wreath Though

Some wreaths try to do too much.

Take this one – it’s beautiful.

Gorgeous. 

Striking.

Magnifient.

But it’s too extra.

The heart of a wreath should be open – not filled in with berries and bullshit.

Signed,

The Tasteful Holiday Grinch

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A Cozy Christmas Scene

My entirely unorthodox and way-out-of-the-box intention for this holiday season, and the winter beyond, is that it be cozy. A cozy Christmas. Filled with warmth and simplicity, peace and good-will. The most hum-drum and mundane theme one could possibly hope to find in a Christmas season, and yet of late it also seems to be the most elusive. Maybe because we all assume those tenets of the holidays are naturally part of it we forget that it won’t just happen without a little work. Toward that end, I’ve decorated the Boston condo for our annual Holiday Stroll with Kira and the Children’s Holiday Hour (for which we are down to one child this year), and planned a few intimate diners with long-time friends. That is enough for now. 

Our attic has been filled with candles and a simple tree that will glow into January. Adding to our happy holiday intention is the line-up of holiday movies that we’ve been finding on television lately  – ‘A Christmas Story’, ‘Christmas Vacation‘, ‘Aunt Mame’, ‘The Man Who Came to Dinner’, ‘Gremlins’, ‘It Happened on 5th Avenue‘. Ever since we turned off the horrid news channels, the house has been brighter and lighter and so much more enjoyable. I don’t think I realized how heavy and upsetting it was making us – and why we would let something over which we clearly have no control dominate any space in our lives is beyond me. This is refreshingly better. Happier and healthier too. It dovetails with some new boundaries with family and friends, which have made for easier days – it’s so much friendlier with two, and Andy and I have been happily hunkering down for the march to and through winter. 

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Getting Our Stroll On

Friday the 13th be damned, today marks the kick-off to a beloved tradition – my Holiday Stroll weekend with Kira. I’ve added an extra night this year to ease into Boston rather than rush things, as much for an escape as for an opportunity to simply be in the city, instead of hastily moving through it. The holidays are advancing much too swiftly for my liking, and I’m hoping to slow things down, to be fully present in the present moment. It happens this way every year, and every year I get a little better at it, and a little worse. 

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A Revisit by the Christmas Rodent

Echoing shades of this year’s holiday card, this little squirrel is Andy’s homage to ‘National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation’, and hides in our tree for savvy viewers to find. Little unexpected delights like that are the best part of any proper Christmas. Winks of whimsy, flights of fancy, and favorite things comprise the holiday. Hidden treats in a Christmas tree are the whole point of such a tree. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Peter Billingsley

My seventh-grade Social Studies teacher, Mr. Blinsinger, was largely unremarkable. He was mostly humorless, and I had little to no interest in Social Studies (where was the Anti-Social Studies class my constitution so badly needed?) He wasn’t mean, and he wasn’t a bad teacher, he was just a typical middle-aged man teaching kids who didn’t want to be there. It must be hard to do that day in and day out.

When the day before Christmas vacation rolled around, he was the last person I expected to go easy on us, much less express any sentiment or feeling about the season. When he wheeled in the television and VCR cart, setting it up in the front of the room I fully expected some lesson in history to play; instead, it was as much of ‘A Christmas Story’ as would fit into our class period. Even after it began, I thought it was some joke, that he would dole out a pop quiz after a few minutes of the movie. That didn’t happen, and we watched about half of the story – my first experience with ‘A Christmas Story’. As the bell rang and we got up to leave, he gave a rare smile, and I said thank you as I filed out. 

That’s a long introduction to my introduction to ‘A Christmas Story’, which plays a part in this Dazzler of the Day as it marks the movie for which Peter Billingsley is perhaps best known. A couple of years ago they did a sequel, ‘A Christmas Story Christmas’, which stands up surprisingly well as sequels go, echoing the original in all the right ways, and expanding upon its warm messages. Billingsley reprises his role, this time as a grown up Ralphie, and the all-wise-and-all-knowing narrator. It works crazy well, and this Dazzler crowning is as much for the joy he inspired as a young kid, and again as an adult. 

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The Holiday Card 2024: Shitter’s Full!

Welcome to this year’s low-key holiday card!

Entitled ‘Shitter’s Full!’ it’s a straight-forward homage to ‘National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation’, a holiday movie that I’ve only recently begun to enjoy. Andy has loved it for years, but like Buffalo chicken wings, it’s a joy I’ve come to later in life. (Turns out I’m a late-bloomer in just about every aspect.) 

I almost went with the mock turtleneck and dickie ensemble from the egg nog scene (a little nod with the moose glass closes out the post) but that felt too obscure, and I was already unsure how well this would read for my Christmas card list, but fuck it, it’s my card and I love it. And even Andy seemed amused by it, which is an accomplishment unto itself (and not just because he was the one who clicked this shot). 

My very first photo card was sent out in 1995. That means next year will mark the 30th anniversary of when I first started sending out photo cards for Christmas, and it’s going to be a doozy. I already have an idea of what it will be, and it’s going to be big… For now, enjoy this casual Christmas romp, the wardrobe of which I already had in various closets (the only things I had to get were the cigar and a can of beer).  

Previous holiday cards (the ones since I went digital):

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Small, Quiet Joys Amid the Season of Bombast

The Grinch who stole Christmas was right about a great many things, and he doesn’t get enough credit for that. Atop his snowbound wintry mountain, all he wanted was some peace and quiet during the holiday season without having to hear the off-key yowling of a bunch of Whos. I too find myself craving quiet and silence, though I do my best not to steal Christmas from the rest of the people.

To that end, Andy and I stopped throwing our annual Christmas party several years ago – long before COVID made it ok for the socially anxious among us to embrace the happy solitude and one-on-one gatherings that once seemed so at odds with the bombast and cacophony of Christmas. Why should we cram ourselves into noisy rooms and raucous events in the name of… Jesus? Is that what His birth embodies today? 

The simplicity of that celebrated manger scene – just mother and child and whatever cuck role Joseph played in the whole thing – makes for a lovely scene, largely for its very simplicity. A few years ago, right after I stopped drinking and starting realizing what was important to me, I stepped out of the social scenes that so often signify the holiday season, and started setting up dinners and visits with friends who mattered the most to me. Quiet, intimate, and marked by bonhomie and comfort, they were sprinkled throughout the weeks leading up to Christmas and offered the opportunity to connect with people in more meaningful fashion than any party or social gathering could ever afford. My main regret at every party I have ever thrown has been that I didn’t get to really talk to anyone because I felt like I had to talk to everyone. The host’s unfortunate dilemma.

At this point in my life, that’s what really matters, and that’s what this Christmas season is going to be. A holiday stroll with Kira, a holiday weekend in Boston with Chris and Suzie, and dinners with various friends along the way will round out the time I’m happily and cozy ensconced at home with Andy – a joy unto itself more than ever these days. We’ve all been battered a bit by the world this year – may this last month go easy on us, leading into a calmer New Year. 

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Ghosts of Christmas Parties Past

Our Boston condo is the ideal place for a holiday gathering – despite, or perhaps because of, its small space (consider it cozy, not cramped) it feels intimate and warm. Back in my Boston days, I would fill it with people for parties – jamming upwards of forty friends and their hangers-on in the little one-bedroom expanse. They would fill the kitchen and living room, a few finding quieter respite in the bedroom, and some even spilling out onto the fire escape and front steps. It marvels me to think that I once did that – and it feels far away – another lifetime ago. I can think of two attendees who have died since then

While I look back at those days with fondness, I can’t imagine doing something like that today, simply because I wouldn’t want to. The world has changed, and my life has evolved into something very different. In so many ways, those days were about scrambling to find out who I was, trying on different guises, meeting different people, and ransacking all the possibilities at hand. In a proverbial nutshell, it was about being young and free and having fun while we could. Somewhere inside I knew that there would be time to worry about the important things later.

We have reached later, and I’m not mad about it. There are greater glow-ups to be found within later than I could have ever found in my youth. This year, as of recent years, I’ll be in Boston for a couple of smaller get-togethers, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

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A Lunch of Leftovers

Today I made creamed turkey on toast like Gram used to do, because who doesn’t love a roux? 

What this simple meal lacks in visual appeal and ingredient complexity, it makes up for in comfort and rustic charm – and the happy memories of Gram spending the holidays with us. It was easier saying goodbye to her after Thanksgiving because we knew we’d see her in a few weeks for Christmas.

That was one of my favorite parts of the holidays. 

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