update -- holidailies style
To my eight or so readers: I know, I know, I’ve been far too long on hiatus. Thanksgiving in Florida + History of Sexuality papers do that to ya, kay?
Anywayz, I am officially bringing sexythis website back, with some forced participation: the ever so cheery peeps over at Holidailies, the Christmas-themed website where one vows to update “every day, from December 1st to January 1st.” So procrastination aside, you can expect to hear from me all month.
Now, on to today’s totally cliched Holidailies prompt:
“Sunny or snowy: Which makes for the better holiday season, and why?”
Snowy. But—just by a little bit.
My reasoning: why else do you think there are so many August/September babies? Subtract nine months and…
OK, that (potentially heinous) mental picture of Mom and Dad aside, there is something about a white Christmas that just can’t be replicated in my Southern home state. For starters, it’s romantic—fireplaces, virgin snowfalls at nighttime on pretty fir trees, hot cocoa, sledding in Clark Park, cuddling on bearskin rugs. (OK, maybe not the bearskin rugs part.) There’s the rainbow-gasm of twinkling lights in Rittenhouse Square, the lazy afternoons spent watching A Christmas Story as the bleary world goes by, the forced touchy-feeliness of bundling together for warmth that just can’t be replicated in a sunnier clime. There’s gotta be a reason for all of the lights and color come winter solstice—how else could such dreary weather be rendered romantic otherwise?
But then, there is romance on the other side, too. My Brazilian grandmother tells me of New Years Eve on Ipanema Beach, where everyone dresses in diaphanous white sheaths and frolicks on the bossa-nova-inspired shores, lighting candles for carioca luck as midnight approaches. And there’s something to be said for twinkling lights on the palm tree, as it is in my Texan home.
After all, I seriously doubt Bethlehem was snowed in on December 25th. Just a hunch.
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