_ Christmas comes but once a year...or so the saying goes. Fortunately.
The human male was designed to hunt (after he has reproduced the species...or tried), not to hang Christmas lights and decorations. It must be some form of revenge, concocted by the “most vicious of the species” (Rudyard Kipling’s words, not mine).
Today, was the first of many days of decorating the house, inside and out, for the latest installment of the ancient Pagan celebration (of what, I do not know), which was later stolen by Christians (to lazy or stupid to think up an original one) and more recently by marketers of a wide variety of goods and services. Children, who may or may not have played a role in Pagan festivities, have now been successfully indoctrinated to demand more and more.
I was fortunate to have good weather and mild temperatures (see earlier posts about climate change), because hanging outdoor lights is usually associated with cold fingers and ears. Of course, my supervisor remained indoors, with an occasional opening of a window to criticize, suggest, or bark additional tasks.
Since this should be the season of peace on earth (and at home) and goodwill towards all men (as well as vicious ones and supervisors), I smiled and did what was expected of a modern man at this time of year.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.