I love the winter time. Even though I live in Florida, and winter is pretty much non-existent, I still enjoy those few days of the year when the temperature goes below 90 degrees. In 2006, I went to the Sundance Film Festival in Utah. It was January and the weather there was awesome. Every minute that I wasn’t at a screening, writing, drinking, or sleeping, I was outside enjoying the 10 – 20 degree air. Some thought I was crazy but cold air seriously rocks my balls.
With it, however, comes the holiday season. Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah – all that bullshit. Everyone gets happy all of the sudden, like their lives only make sense this one month out of the year.
I walk around the mall now, before Thanksgiving is even here, and I see lights and giant red balls hanging on trees. Soon, I’ll see Mr. Claus bumbling around. When will January be here? Not soon enough.
Santa and Frosty (11/2007)