Angels we have heard on high
Droning like a robot fly
Deathly tidings angels bring
Hellfires sleeping on the wing
in Ex-cel-sis De-o!
High value targets soon to fry
Noncombatants also die
To our POTUS praises sing
Joyously let freedom ring.
in Ex-cel-sis De-o!
from Carols for the Christmas of Things
It’s Christmas Eve, folks. One more day for that last minute shopping, if the Santa’s little drone helper hasn’t already annihilated your Xmas wish list. The Elf on the Shelf has uploaded his final report on your household to SantaNet.
Before we had the Internet of Things we had the Christmas of things. Soon all the things will be united in Holy Singularity, we will all be raptured in a paroxysm of creative destruction, and shall rise again as virtual shoppers in panoptic Santaland.
Mrs. Dr. Omed and I put up a Christmas tree for the first time in 5 years. We been having our Christmases out of town and we’re at home this year. We unpacked the all the ornaments from dusty boxes brought up from the basement, and our daughter and her boyfriend helped us decorate the tree. I creep out of bed late at night just as I did as a child and sit with all the lights out except for the lights strung on the tree. It’s what I like best about the Yuletide. Watching Christmas glitter in the dark.
Annie Dillard, making a metaphor for prayer, wrote:
These habits of life are not the means but the condition in which the means operate… God does not, I regret to report, give a hoot… You do not have to sit outside in the dark . If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require or demand it.
The habit of celebrating Christmas/Yule/Solstice is not the means but the condition in which the means operate. Santa doesn’t give a hoot, either. I find darkness is necessary to appreciate the glitter. Gifts under the tree are not required.
I also enjoy mocking the Christmas of Shopping for Things, the Kaufen-Macht-Frei death march through the Malls of the Santapocalypse. I enjoy that a lot.
I keep Christmas in my own way. There’s no humbug in that.
My personal Marley may be measuring the Scrooge in me for a chain tonight, but in the meantime I wish you all a very merry axial tilt however you observe it.