Decking the Halls

I first wrote this overly sweet, soppy, schmaltzy piece that even made me sick about the miracle of Christmas.

Well, screw that, and Jane I’ll apologize beforehand. Jane’s an angel who will no doubt get the best suite in heaven for all her good works on earth. If I’m lucky, I’ll be working in Housekeeping, making beds.

See, I’m open, since there very well might be a heaven with a Ritz Hotel and valet parking. Ya just never know.

Frankly, I’m worn out from the drum roll, the monetary expectations, and the beggars on every corner, and I’m not talking about those truly in need. I’m speaking of the professional hustlers who cry on cue like mama dolls Mattel makes. I had one, Chatty Kathy. She cried, cooed and pooped by pulling a string in the back of her head.

I’ve learned to look at their footwear, a dead giveaway to their scam. If I don’t see at least one toe sticking out, I’m unmoved. So Bah Humbug, with a cherry on top.

I want to add how fucking tired I am of Donald Trump who has become a source of embarrassment as far as I’m concerned. Balls to your wall Donald. How bout feeding kids in the Ozarks.

I’m also sick of all this annual, false piety crap. Those who are shits all year round but put their game face on for midnight mass where the smell of scotch rivals the incense.   Showing up on Christmas and Easter make them good Christians, at least on paper, as well as their check.

So what if he beats his wife, has three mistresses and a gay house boy he calls his holistic adviser. That 1000 bucks after all will come in handy. God makes exceptions for deep pockets remember.

You know who I feel bad for? The Pope who, as front man, has to clean up all the clerical messes his holy little elves have left. My heart sinks in this area since most of the Catholics I know refuse to talk about it, as if it’s merely a rumor. I think allowing priests to marry might help, but who asked me?

I wrote to my friend Hal in Connecticut who’s one of the happiest, well adjusted souls I know, who’s probably going to a movie and then out for Chinese food. It’s one of the reasons I want to be Jewish.

To Dim Sum and then sum.

So don’t forget to deck those fucking halls, even if you go broke doing it.  images.jpeg

Santa’s little vixen.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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42 Responses to Decking the Halls

  1. robprice59 says:

    I share your tinsel-trimmed cynicism. Surely, there has to be something positive to say?. Maybe Trump’s antics make it seem Nixon wasn’t so bad after all?
    Happy Christmas! 😉


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, before Pookie and I had children (7 years) we didn’t decorate and only had a tiny real tree that we later planted each year. I’d be doing the same thing now if we didn’t have grandchildren.
    Once we had children we didn’t want them to get jaded. We ‘adopted’ a small family in need and brought them gifts and groceries a week before Christmas. We also obtained info on anywhere from 12-20 elderly shut-ins. The number climbed each year. I made a multi course turkey dinner and accumulated small gifts during the year, like slippers, socks, gloves, etc. We then had the kids wear Santa hats as we spent pretty much the entire day before Christmas delivering our stuff over a two county area. They still talk about some of the elderly they came to know. I also think it was an eye-opener for them to see how others live and struggle.
    Pookie and I have said that we need to start doing this again. We stopped when our four children were 9-13 years and we moved. I completely agree that too often the true meaning of Christmas is lost.

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    • I’m glad you’re not offended by my, as Mick coined it, cynicism. I love that you adopted a family in need and you stash gifts all year round. I just left a stocking for the man next door who’s all alone. That’s my idea of Christmas. Awareness of others. Happy Christmas Skinny.

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  3. I love you! I get jaded with the begging at Christmas. Whatever do these folks do the rest of the year! I will from now on check the shoes! My soft-hearted mom used to give a bag of food to a beggar that came around. She found out that he had a family and a nicer house than she did. That ended that! From then on she stuck with the Salvation Army for her donations! Dim sum for sure!

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  4. Sorryless says:

    Santa’s Little Vixen,

    Christmas has become like cable TV. There are plenty of options to choose from, and most of them rhyme with Cha-Ching. And yes, it’s nice to give. But for me anyway, it’s more satisfying to give when it’s not a Yule time stipend.

    And you are preaching to my choir when it comes to the seventh day adventurers who think all things holy work on bail money. Do whatever the fuck you feel like doing for six days a week, and every day not named Christmas . . . and then show up to the big guy’s house and yeah . . deep pocket your way out of trouble.

    That was my whole point to “No Virginia”. Because the temporal isn’t supposed to intrude upon this magical time of the year. I mean, I realize those rules went out with the Sears and Roebuck catalog, but shit!

    I totally relate to your point of view. As per.

    Merry . . . ya know

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  5. Well, Merry Christmas to you and whatever cactus you sat on! Lol. Nothing says Christmas posts have to be all happy and stuff. I love good ol’ honesty and you, My Dear, have that in spades.
    Thank you for pointing out what most people try really hard to overlook. I don’t know about Catholics, the Priest-marriages would have to be illegal due to age and all from what I hear. I am reading a great book, “The Book of Joy”, about my beloved Dali Lama and Desmond Tutu meeting for a week to discuss how to be joyful in this awful mess. I see the holiday as special, but since I am no longer a “Christian” per se, I don’t go on about forgiveness,salvation, and so forth. But I still love the holiday, because a few people show it in their lives and I try to notice.
    Love you, Dear,

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    • Spending Christmas with Dali and Desmond. Well that’s the spirit. Catholic priests are the only sect who can’t marry, hence all this secret canoodling with minors. I had a friend, an older priest I truly loved who died, but one day he said, you know, we’re just men. People forget that. See, I get it. And all this biblical perfection, as we can see, is deadly. So, ho ho ho to you sir, and be merry.

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