Every Christmas Mr G threatens to launch into our own version of Festivus. It seems to follow a grumpy slump around the end of November. Or perhaps it coincides with my sudden shopping frenzy and the need to take endless Christmas photos of our children.
I don’t blame him for wanting to escape the madness of Christmas. In our family Christmas insanity is rife! In the words of Frank Costanza, “There has to be another way!”
Mr G talks about looking for a good sturdy aluminum pole. He talks about preparing for the feats of strength. But so far every year he is yet to fully go through with it.
I confess I look forward to the notion of the airing of grievances.
I’d love to get stuck into that. You know, totally letting it rip. Announcing to the dinner table: “I’ve got a lot of problems with you people…”! I think it would feel extraordinarily cathartic. I think it would feel extraordinarily awesome!
Of course if we were to get all serious about it, this is perhaps not the most constructive way to deal with anger. Yet surely there’s something to be said for letting it all out? It’s so so appealing!
The only problem with Festivus is that I’m not prepared to give up my Christmases just yet. It would probably horrify Frank Costanza, but I want my pudding and I want my Festivus too. Do you think it’s possible to celebrate both?
Needless to say, Christmas happened this year and we DID enjoy it. We forgot about Festivus yet again. Happy to let it remain as humorous concept in our imagination.
As we were heading home after a week away over Christmas, Mr G and I were reflecting on the imminent New Year. And we remarked on how we really had no New Year’s Eve traditions at all. So I turned to Mr G and said “Let’s do Festivus. Let’s do a New Year’s Eve airing of grievances”. Imagine waking up on New Year’s Day with all your rage out of your system? What a fresh start! It could work out very very well. Or it could work out very very badly.
So wish us luck as we embark on our inaugural Festivus New Year’s Eve.
Happy Festivus everyone! A new holiday is born!
And just in case you need reminding of the origin of the Festivus magic, here’s some pure Seinfeld insanity. Gold, Jerry, gold!