This
month’s Blog Carnival burning question is: What do you do to celebrate the
holidays? Which holidays do you celebrate? What foods do you make? What special
holiday jewelry do you make?
Glad
you asked. We asked Santa’s elves once how they
celebrate Christmas. They replied in a chorus of tiny voices, “How the fuck do
you think we celebrate Christmas!? We Work!!” Elves are a little edgy that way.
And
so goes our own steady descent into Christmas Elfdom. The madness starts each year
in September when the Christmas buying season starts. That is when the stores buy that all stuff
they will use to hype you into a month long frenzy that would make a hungry
shark blush. Of course, we’ve been toiling steadily throughout the summer to support
the madness and frenzy. We’re team players.
The
madness typically continues all the way through the holiday season, and
crescendos on Christmas eve. Each year and every year for the last 20 years we
have had a stranger knock upon our door on Christmas Eve. Usually around 8pm.
Always a man.
He’s
terrified, this man. “I need a Christmas gift”, he blurts out. “You’ve come to
the right place” we discretely reply, while checking the street up and down,
“come in quickly”. We always wonder how
these hapless souls find their way to our doorstep, but we’ve learned not to ask any
questions. Cash and goods quickly change
hands and they vanish into the night, off to bestow thoughtful gifts to
beloveds none the wiser. So goes our
Christmas Elfdom tradition.
It
wasn’t always this way. As children we had different holiday traditions. Like
going to Grandma’s house. Grandma ran a gambling parlor in her rural Indiana
kitchen and also had a booming fruitcake business on the side. Gram and Gramps
we’re also moonshiners, and at Christmas time you got a fruitcake with a gallon
of shine. Gram had a secret recipe for the fruitcakes and they were awfully
popular at Christmas parties.
A
few days before Christmas all the Uncles and Cousins would gather at Grams to
deliver fruitcakes. This was always done after dark and would take all night
until the last cake was delivered. It
was also the occasion for Gramps to make his traditional Fuckyouuppo holiday
punch. Gramp's Fuckyouuppo punch was much
like Gram's fruitcakes. Nobody new exactly what was in it, but you sure
recognized the effect once you had some.
Delivery
parties were always occasions to test the products to ensure quality. It was the consensus that it was “mighty good shit”, which I believe is the very
tippy top highest accolade awarded by Good Housekeeping or Journal of American Moonshine or something. Once
adequately fortified with shine and fruitcake Uncles and Cousins roared off in
their hot rod sleds like so many sotted Santas to deliver gifts till the
wee hours of the morning.
*Note: 2Roses makes jewelry. While many people testify to the stunning and intoxicating effects of our jewelry it is not a substitute for a good martini. We do not make moonshine, so don't ask. Not even on Christmas eve.
