So, THE DAY won’t be white after all, last week’s snow has all melted away with daytime temps returning to “normal” for this time and place.
But all THE DAY really amounts to, for most of us, is a time when the Great Engine of Commerce takes a pause, as if to catch its breath, before charging on into the new year. Not completely, of course — certain vital services must be maintained without fail — but enough that everyone is affected by it somehow.
It is a day of family reunion for many, or a bonus day off from work, or a denouement from a community seasonal production, or cash-in-on-the-presents day, or a Christian holy day, or a stolen holy day (from the Roman pagans), or a stolen-back-from-the-Christians holy day (by the Neo-Pagans, who call it “Yule”).
By the Discordian Calendar, the corresponding date is Prickle-Prickle, the 67th Day of Aftermath. Almost time for another round of Chaos season, folks.
Here’s hoping everyone gets lots of presents today.
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