Wednesday the Perfect Holiday
This Sunday Christmas schedule has me out of sorts, not in the Pepto-Bismol way but in the holiday rhythm sort of way.
Granted you (and my son who meticulously counts these things) get two for the price of one trip to church. Saturday also gives many of us a non-working day to get prepared for relatives about to visit: dusting, making food, hiding the sterling.
But if a holiday on a weekend isn’t quite like kissing your sister, but you can see it from there. Sure, we can party longer and the government has allowed us to call Monday Christmas too.
But Sunday is already … well … Sunday.
For my money (the last of which I just spent by the way), the rhythmic upheaval a mid-week Christmas causes is pure delight.
Combine that with the potential day or two buffer zones on either side, bookended weekends and you have yourself a Christmas week plus four.
Follow that with New Year’s (the second stanza of Happy Holidays) the next week, and you might run the table with 15-20 days of Yulish and Auld Lang Syne cheer.
That’s why I love Christmas — especially on a Wednesday. Now that’s a holiday.