Merry Christmas, eh!
It has come to our attention here at Operation Global Media Domination’s Mountain Lair that not everyone around the world celebrates Christmas the way we here in the People’s Republic of Canuckistan do. In Belgium they prepare their children for abduction by the loathesome Black Peter, while in Spain there’s something about six or eight black men…I didn’t really follow that part…and in Australia, of course, where it’s the height of summer, they spend the solstice season celebrating the birth of Archie.
This is how we celebrate the season in my country:
BITCHING ABOUT WORK!
PRETENDING INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY SINGING OUT LOUD!
What else is there when you can’t afford to shop? Oh, right, work for awesome clients who pay in cases of wine instead of cash! This is my favorite way to get my Christmas shopping done, actually.
I find all these archiemas celebrations a little embarrassing. I am NOT the Messiah!
Merry Christmas, fellow Canuckian!
Merry Archiemas and Merry Christmas!
It’s funny how the girls from True/Slant have kept in contact, but as far as I can tell not the men. FruzE and I are working together at the Daily Dot right now (although she’s twenty times as productive as me; I gotta get this time management thing down).
Christmas is when you get homesick—while you’re at home. Merry Christmas from windy Scotland.
Merry Christmas from the wilds of Canuckistan!
Wow, that hockey clip is just awesome but slightly scary if any of those guys fell through the ice.
And Merry Christmas with good wishes for new year!
Glad you liked that video: I’ve never seen ice like that. Since it’s called Windy Arm, I guess the wind polished it with airborne ice particles.
A friend of mine who’s an English music nerd tried to explain the difference between Canada and the UK to his friends thusly: He said that, in the past year, he had bought not one but three albums which featured horses falling through the ice.
And Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too, Jean.