Most Magical Season
I walked to
this morning past Spring Street, and they’re setting up the wooden racks for
the Christmas trees, the giant plastic snow globe, lights, the whole Santaland
For a Jewish girl, I think I get more into Christmas than my Christian friends.
I think that’s because I don’t have to; there’s no obligation
whatsoever, my Jewishness is a get-out-of-Christmas-free card. All that’s
expected of me is to eat Chinese food and see a movie on Christmas Day—so I can
just relax and enjoy the fun parts!
Christmas Day depresses me a little, but I love the month leading up to it: The
Holiday Mart in Union Square! Sending cards! Cozy holiday drinks and dinners
with friends; the window displays and strings of lights all over everything;
the smell of fireplaces and hot chocolate and gingerbread. Everyone bustling
around, happy, with bright shopping bags. The little Christmas-themed plays. A
Charlie Brown Christmas, Mr. Hanky’s Christmas Classics, the air
Then, in one
it’s over. The discarded, dried-up Christmas trees start appearing on curbs to
be carted away. The garbage cans are full of tinsel and gift boxes.
And you still
to get through New Year’s Eve.
will be a big disappointment, but you put yourself through it every year
anyway, and even when you stay home like you want to, there are constant
reminders of what you’re missing, even though you know from experience you’re
not really missing anything.
But those people
outside do sound like they’re having fun, and you don’t dare go into the
hallway to throw out the garbage because people will see that you’re in your
sweatpants and quietly feel superior to you like you did with the disheveled
girl carrying laundry in the hallway New Year’s Eve 1992 and now you’re being
paid back, and they’ll know there’s no boyfriend in your apartment and even if
there is, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t take his girlfriend out on New Year’s
girl who just got engaged on TV right before the ball dropped and she’s making
out with her new fiancé and putting the ring right in the camera and you can
see both their tongues while they’re kissing, she’s making sure of it, and
maybe you’ll burst into tears and maybe you won’t, it’s really anybody’s game
at this point….
But this year
be different! Right?
most magical season.
Holtzman is an author of poems, short fiction, autobiographical pieces, two (so
far) children’s stories, and all manner of clever commentary. Her work has
appeared in The National Poetry Magazine of the Lower East Side. That
was 30 years ago, and she’s still talking about it.
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Rock and a Hard Place. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.