A Very Katsunuma Christmas

I love Christmas. This is probably the direct result of being raised on Dickens and Mannheim Steamroller. Regardless, come the First of December, I experience a growing sense of excitement until the conclusion of the season, which tends to fall after my family’s third or fourth attempt at the holiday. Luckily, this is one of my few eccentricities that the general public actually embraces and supports. Christmas nuts are, after all, one of the most entertaining genera of whack-a-doodles.

Last October the school permitted me to make a big to-do about Halloween, which I believe may have been ill received as the staff preferred to let it pass quietly this year. As such, I felt completely justified in terrorizing them with Yuletide spirit. Indeed, I had it in mind to cram peace and joy down their rice-worshiping heathen gullets. First I asked the kids to write letters to Santa.

In all fairness, that boy is kind of a one trick pony. On another assignment he came up with this:

From around school

Realizing that the Santa letters weren’t the way to go, I settled on Plan B, which involved writing skits in which Sain’t Nicholas chats with Rudolph about some problem he has. Once I convinced a group to perform in front of the class (which is no easy task in itself), I whipped out a pair of fantastic hats that I found at Don Quixote, which is a store much like Walmart except that, where People of Walmart makes us laugh, People of Don Quixote would cause us to suffer stigmata. The kids and staff alike went nuts for those hats.

From around school

The Japanese seem to have appropriated just enough of the holiday to be dangerous. This morning I walked in wearing the Chris Kringle hat and was greeted by a flock of kids asking for presents.
“What about Jesus?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s cool, too. Present please.”

Can I blame this on GHQ?

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