Here’s the second entry in what’s going down as Bitter and Sarcastic Christmas. (I’m not feeling especially bitter, just kind of worn down. Expect New Year’s entries to be equally downbeat.) While yesterday’s piece from David Sedaris is my favorite, he’s much better known for the “Santaland Diaries.” It’s the chronicle of his time working as an Elf for Macy’s, and it’s just as dark and wonderful as “Six to Eight Black Men.” NPR plays it every Christmas, so you may well have heard it before, but please enjoy it again. Or for the first time. And if you’ve never read a David Sedaris book before, please, for the love of all that is good and holy, get your hands on as many of them as you can as quickly as possible.
I’ve been neglectful this Christmas season–partly out of busyness, partly out of a bit of apathy, partly because I’ve had a cold. (On a side note, can I please be done coughing now?) And if you’ve been following me for any length of time, you already know that my patience for Christmas music is rather limited. Luckily for all of us, this track isn’t music.
David Sedaris is a terrifically funny writer. Dry, satirical, and occasionally horrifying. This particular piece is probably my favorite of his. I almost hurt myself laughing the first time I read it. The title won’t make sense until about halfway through, but trust me, it’s sooooooo worth it.
Just a little Christmas fun.