A cacophony of a holiday post is at hand, so if you’re looking for a sensible narrative keep clicking. If you’re looking for a bizarre stream-of-consciousness bit of sprawling kookiness, you’ve come to the right place. In keeping with the twentieth anniversary of this website (meaning that twenty years of holiday posts have been written, half of which are lost to wherever deleted blog posts go. Re-reading some of this shit that’s been posted here makes me realize that’s not necessarily a regrettable thing. Here are a few holiday posts that go back to 2010, such as this one about my favorite holiday decoration or this one about a twisted sleigh ride.
‘The Little Drummer Boy’ still brings nervousness to my heart because of this Christmas morning memory. A sundae treat with my brother and the twins feels far away these days.
We didn’t know it then, but one of our first holiday strolls was born on this snowy morning in the Boston Public Garden. The Holiday Stroll is a precious thing.
A foggy journey through the backroads of December led us to the Cock & Bull.
An outfit inspired by Barbra Streisand herself.
Madonna’s holiday Masterpiece.
This Christmas Eve will mark the first that I don’t get to see this nostalgic view.
This waltz has become one of my favorite Christmas songs.
Our very first Boston Children’s Holiday Hour.
‘Diamonds & Pearls‘ will always be a holiday song for me.
A Christmas frag that brings back happy memories.
One big-ass Christmas ball to block all the nudity.
If Andy sent out Christmas cards, this should be one.
The first time I met Andy’s Mom was this Christmas Eve.
The first and only Christmas tree we’ve ever grown.
15 at 15, which was five years ago.
A moment of melancholy beneath the Christmas tree.
Lastly, the pic below is this year’s variation on this variation from a decade ago.
