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Less Colour, More Depth

Posted 5 months ago

Holidays usually have colours for some reason. Halloween is black & orange, Thanksgiving is all shades of brown, Valentine’s Day is red (but if it sucks it’s blue). What soothing hue comes to mind when you think of Saint Patrick’s Day? And why is Easter in such gay (cheerful) tones when we can’t figure out the meaning anymore? All those Cadbury candies & empty tombs add to the confusion.

Now if there were no colours that everyone expected for holidays, it wouldn’t have to be a white Christmas. It could just be Christmas. Or Susan’ birthday. Or the last twenty-fifth date of the calendar year. Or just a crappy start to the ski season.

Because all their lives people face the distress of a lonely Dec. 25 or the disappointment of a burnt turkey dinner or the terror of the wrong video game in their stocking on top of being shafted out a snowy background. Something is awry when you lack that virginal white to cover up the lost gift receipts & the homeless. You feel so… real. And aware. Ah yes, when the 25th of December is not surreal many people suffer.

It’s been two years since I’ve celebrated this holiday. I’ll make my family happy this year and pretend it’s not Schafer’s birthday and open a present or two. The only reason I want snow is because snow is winter. Winter is skiing. Skiing is life.

And that goddam run-in in my apple-pocked backyard isn’t going to level itself out so I can hit that rail without my skis catching their tips on the granulated ice Annie got from the Merivale Centennial Arena. She’s the bomb but we need precipitation.