This one is a puzzler. I googled Chris Tissad. Nothing. I googled Lou Abruzzio. Nothing. I’m at a loss. But I’m hooked. Great storytelling. No doubt. At all. Btw, the attached audio would appear to be some sort of AI thing, yeah? Because your name keeps being pronounced “BI-lanko” and the _ and / are being audibly announced: underscore underscore or slash. In the event you’re not aware. I miss the attached audio at the end of the written piece that was pure and included the bit of 20,000 streets. Minor quibbles, nevertheless.
What happened to Christmas? Not sure. I have a theory though. We grew up. We lost our innocence. We lost the magic. And we try to recapture our Christmas memories and experiences for our kids, but in doing so turn them from something that was sweet and spontaneous to something preplanned and packaged. We have to watch all the movies/shows, do all the things: Rockefeller Plaza? Check. The windows at Macy’s? Check. Bake the cookies. Trim the tree. Decorate. Tasks done with love, but sometimes with a sense of obligation/of NEEDING to do. We want the kids and grandkids to experience what we did—I think I’m speaking very specifically for our/my generation, because I think my folks generation was just doing it without the sense of responsibility we have—we INSIST on it, perhaps with the hope that we’ll somehow recapture our own wide-eyed wonder and innocence. And for some folks what “making a Christmas” boils down to abundance. The biggest/newest/most expensive. How better to show love than by spending a boatload on a 65” tv or a PlayStation or whatever the fuck the hot ticket item is this year.
If you ask me—and you did, so…/the Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about gospel truth is those homemade ornaments from Piper. Those small, (in)significant things that you’ll be hanging on your tree for the next 30 years are what Christmas is all about. That’s what’ll live in your heart henceforth. And when your kids see them in years to come and are filled with their own nostalgia for their own simpler times and laugh because “you still have that?” that’s what’ll will continue to keep your cup overflowing. Revel in it. Bathe in it. Christmas is what we make it. Not what Best Buy or Target or Amazon tell us. May the Ghost of Christmas Present’s horn shower down on you and yours this holiday season.
Serge... your storytelling dragged me in to the point where I was almost there....then to stop.....😲
Now I have to wait 7 more days to find out the end of the tale...
Unless of course there's a part 3....🤔
This one is a puzzler. I googled Chris Tissad. Nothing. I googled Lou Abruzzio. Nothing. I’m at a loss. But I’m hooked. Great storytelling. No doubt. At all. Btw, the attached audio would appear to be some sort of AI thing, yeah? Because your name keeps being pronounced “BI-lanko” and the _ and / are being audibly announced: underscore underscore or slash. In the event you’re not aware. I miss the attached audio at the end of the written piece that was pure and included the bit of 20,000 streets. Minor quibbles, nevertheless.
What happened to Christmas? Not sure. I have a theory though. We grew up. We lost our innocence. We lost the magic. And we try to recapture our Christmas memories and experiences for our kids, but in doing so turn them from something that was sweet and spontaneous to something preplanned and packaged. We have to watch all the movies/shows, do all the things: Rockefeller Plaza? Check. The windows at Macy’s? Check. Bake the cookies. Trim the tree. Decorate. Tasks done with love, but sometimes with a sense of obligation/of NEEDING to do. We want the kids and grandkids to experience what we did—I think I’m speaking very specifically for our/my generation, because I think my folks generation was just doing it without the sense of responsibility we have—we INSIST on it, perhaps with the hope that we’ll somehow recapture our own wide-eyed wonder and innocence. And for some folks what “making a Christmas” boils down to abundance. The biggest/newest/most expensive. How better to show love than by spending a boatload on a 65” tv or a PlayStation or whatever the fuck the hot ticket item is this year.
If you ask me—and you did, so…/the Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about gospel truth is those homemade ornaments from Piper. Those small, (in)significant things that you’ll be hanging on your tree for the next 30 years are what Christmas is all about. That’s what’ll live in your heart henceforth. And when your kids see them in years to come and are filled with their own nostalgia for their own simpler times and laugh because “you still have that?” that’s what’ll will continue to keep your cup overflowing. Revel in it. Bathe in it. Christmas is what we make it. Not what Best Buy or Target or Amazon tell us. May the Ghost of Christmas Present’s horn shower down on you and yours this holiday season.