The presents are all opened and sitting in an untidy stack under the tree. Responsibilities resume, including work (9:30-6:00 for this poor sap), putting on clothes and observing proper grooming. Worst of all, we all must live with the knowledge that the best day of the year is 364 days away and aint coming any sooner.
So I propose that we do something with this December 26th to take some of the pain away of a finished Christmas. Here at The Collective(ly) Unconscious, December 26th will be henceforth known as "Lazy Day." Look, I know we already have lots of Lazy Days: Veterans Day, Memorial Day, every Sunday when Chronic(what)cles of Narnia is in theaters, but I am more than willing than adding one more day to the list. Take the day off! Sleep in, refuse to be an adequate employee at work if you are forced to go (I plan on holding my hand in front of my face every time a customer tries to talk to me today) and disavow yourself of any and all responsibilities.
How serious am I about Lazy Day? I am not even blogging today! Yes, you are not only reading a message from the past, but a message from Christmas Day, itself. I feel so strongly about Lazy Day that I am sacrificing about 15 precious minutes from my Christmas Day to uphold the sanctity of Lazy Day.
Unfortunately, that means that my blog for the day is done. Next week I will get back to the long-winded and pointless diatribes that you crave (put up with) so much.
Happy Lazy Day to all and to all a good night!