I originally wrote this piece for the very awesome New Standards holiday show. Many thanks to John, Chan, and Steve.
I have a new holiday tradition. Right around Thanksgiving, I turn to my beautiful wife and say, āHoney, I hate Christmas.ā She patiently listens as I go on the exact same rant that I do every year.
āI donāt want to hate Christmas. I used to love Christmas. I used to get a break from school. I used to look forward to opening presents. I normally got Star Wars action figures, but one year my mother hurt her back, got high on pain meds, and gave me three different individually wrapped flashlights.
I didnāt even care.
I just went to my room, turned off all the lights, and pretended the flashlight was a lightsaber. I danced around in the dark waving a flashlight like an idiot. Thatās what Christmas used to be–a warm comforting light in the middle of the dark winter. It used to feel magical. Now itās just more stuff I have to do.ā
This year instead of just complaining to my wife, Iāve decided to make Christmas magical again. In order to do that, Iāve invented a new myth.
The myth of Adult Santa Claus.
I donāt mean Adult Santa Claus like a special holiday movie you would order in a hotel room.
No, Adult Santa is like your cool uncle who also happens to be a life coach. He has the magical ability to visit every stressed out adult in the world on one night. He doesnāt have a sleigh guided by reindeer and he doesnāt enter through a chimney. He drives a 1997 Ford Taurus with a missing muffler and he comes in the front door like a normal person.
Adult Santa has many names. In Germany heās known as Dave Kringle. Some know him as Saint Chad, the patron saint of whatever, man. In Belgium, they just call him Low-Stress Pete.
Adult Santa doesnāt say, āHo Ho Ho!ā He says, āHo Ho OhhhāIām tired. Whooo! My back is killing me. Ahhhhhhh! Son of a—!ā And he just goes on like that for a while.
His face doesnāt appear on Coke cans, but you might see him on a package of Nicorette or a bottle of Xanax. Because Adult Santa is just here to help.
He logs onto your facebook account and deletes that horrible post you wrote about your mother-in-law while you were hiding in the bathroom during dinner. He finishes that stupid PowerPoint Presentation you have to give on December 27th. He leaves a big bottle of Trader Joeās wine under your pillow. He knows Trader Joeās wine isnāt fancy, but you like it, so who cares? Adult Santa doesnāt judge.
Maybe he just sits on the end of the bed and rubs your feet. It should be creepy that an old dude named Dave sneaks into your house and rubs your feet, but itās not.
Itās magical.
He will even hang out with you. Adult Santa will stay up late and watch that episode of Downton Abbey youāve had on the DVR for two weeks. He agrees with you that the best part of Project Runway is Tim Gunn. Heāll bring you an Xbox and play co-op Call of Duty all night. He is really good with a grenade launcher.
Adult Santa wonāt force you to sing Christmas Carols. But if you want to, heās got a couple of carols he likes to sing. He calls them Realistic Christmas Carols. His favorites include “Silent Night, Passive-Aggressive Night,” āIām Beginning To Bitch A Lot About Christmas,ā and āAll I Want For Christmas Is Two Fāing Minutes To Myself.” Adult Santa likes to say that by title alone his favorite Christmas Carol is “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N’ Roses.
Unless you donāt like that kind of sarcasm, then Adult Santa just keeps it to himself. Because he’s not here to fight, he just wants you to be happy.
Adult Santa knows Christmas doesnāt actually suck.
Itās just really, really hard to be an adult.
So this year, I am going to recapture the magic of Christmas. On December 24th, Iām going to stay up late at night and wait for Adult Santa. Iāll set out some whiskey and a wedge of brie. Iāll sit in a dark room illuminated only by the glow of the Christmas tree. Iāll sip some of that whiskey as I listen for the low rumble of his rusted out Ford Taurus. I will feel warm and safe.
In that moment, I will get the true gift of Christmas. A gift that all adults deserve. Just a few precious minutes of peace on Earth.
Thank you and merry realistic Christmas to one and all.
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