Happy Holidays!<\/p>\n
Now, I’m aware you may be confused — why am I offering season’s greetings<\/a> now, a month after the fact?<\/p>\n Call me festive, but I like to celebrate. Constantly.<\/p>\n You see, if I’ve learned anything during my 12-plus years in Juneau — aside from an appreciation for good drainage and fine salmon jerky — it’s how to stay positive when the prevailing weather pattern, not to mention the current news cycle, starts making you question getting out of bed for any reason other than biological necessity.<\/p>\n Ergo, I make every season holiday season; to me, the entire year is the most wonderful time of the year. Well, aside from those three weeks in August when my in-laws visit. “Most wonderful” are not the two words I’d use to describe that time of year.<\/p>\n [Happy ‘Neau Year: Resolutions for Juneau in 2019]<\/a><\/ins><\/p>\n Still, a holiday’s a holiday. And as a wise man once said: “Celebrate good times, come on!” That man’s name was Kool. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. And his gang.<\/p>\n Speaking of, less than a week until Groundhog Day. Of course, in Alaska, it’s called Marmot Day, where tradition dictates Alaskans play special Marmot Day tricks on each other, like renaming Groundhog Day for no good reason. And there’s sure to be an extra-special amount of trickery this year now that legislature’s back in session, with one-party control of both chambers and the executive branch.<\/p>\n Close on its heels, obviously, we’ve got Valentine’s Day. Now, it’s not about how much money you spend on your valentine. Remember the reason for the season, which I think has something to do with Cupid ridding Ireland of snakes.<\/p>\n [Photos: Christmas lights in Juneau]<\/a><\/ins><\/p>\n Take me, for example. I like to keep it simple. This year, I’m taking my wife to this quaint little Italian place I know of … it’s called Domino’s? And then we’ll retire to an exclusive late-night spot— our living room — where I’ve reserved the VIP section. Hopefully our kids mind the velvet ropes.<\/p>\n No matter how you observe Valentine’s Day, don’t just bask in its afterglow, not with Presidents’ Day breathing down our necks. As usual, I’ve decked my family’s halls with all sorts of Presidents’ Day gear — you should see the giant, inflatable, dancing stovepipe hat on our front lawn.<\/p>\n I know it sounds over the top, but when it comes to going all out, I’m all in. This past Alaska Day, for instance, we totally did a human sacrifice! And to think, my wife just wanted to get brunch and take a nap.<\/p>\n In March I look forward to St. Patrick’s Day and Passover — mmmmm, green matzoh — and of course, Seward Day. Man, I hope Seward Claus brings me something good this year, and not that lump of crude oil he left in my stocking last year. I know some people are into home-refining, but I prefer store-bought fossil fuels.<\/p>\n