> It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m watching the usual Christmas Eve TV fare-“A Christmas Story,” “It’s a Wonderful Life,” and some Lifetime movie starring Nancy McKeon that allows me to type this out without paying attention while still being able to follow the storyline when I decide to tune back in.
The commercials that are running during these shows are declaring Christmas officially over (most noticeably, and offensively, Old Navy), so you should attend their clearance sale on Monday. This is pissing me off, but this is also what we call “Alyne Pace.”
Alyne never really revels in the moment. Rather, she forges ahead and asks about the next thing on her agenda. Rest assured that at the holiday party tonight she asked about Christmas tomorrow and told everyone “night-night” at 7:15, so that Christmas can come faster. Christmas morning will come, and she will ask about Christmas dinner 817 times. Christmas dinner will come, and she will ask about New Year’s Eve. New Year’s Eve will come, and she will ask about her New Year’s black-eyed peas (we eat black-eyed peas for luck, collard greens for money on New Year’s.) While she’s shoveling in her New Year’s dinner, she will ask about her Super Bowl party. This never ends.
So, before it is Valentine’s Day in Alyne’s mind, let me wish you all a Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year! Joyous Super Bowl! Amen!
