THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS/ FUZZY PF

I’ve always thought of the day after Christmas as the second day of Christmas. I know this to be inaccurate but you do you, I’m going to do me. Well that sounds weird, but I’m going with it. 

I was telling my friend the other day to prepare themself for “warm fuzzy PF.” Like a Christmas Elf, too old and non flexible to sit on a shelf, he arrives and spreads love and attaboys for a few days before the end of the year. He may send you  inappropriate jokes still, but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day. 

I can’t of course say “second day of Christmas” without following it with “my true love gave to me...” and then think “man that song was dated, was it a counting exercise? I need a few maids a milking.”  Just the essentials I guess. 

Warm fuzzy me likes to text you randomly to say he appreciates you. He is sincere in this notion. He also may follow it up by saying. “You know so and so?  I wish they’d actually break a leg. He’s exhausting me.”  It’s like a strange karmic balance must be maintained. Say something nice. Air a grievance. Rinse. Repeat. 

I do actually enjoy warm fuzzy me. It’s like an opportunity to chew up the hard candy coating and find derlicuous chocolate underneath. Like it’s there all along, stifled by the daily grind and an image I’d like to maintain and or portray. The truth is I’m probably fuzzier all the time. I can just hear what I’m saying on the inside so it makes it hard to realize the other to fruition. 

On the third day of Christmas, the day after the day after Christmas if you’re scoring at home, the fuzz starts to rub off and “start telling people to get off their ass and exercise” PF returns. Telling you what he thinks you need to know and won’t face for yourself. He knows you know Chik-Fil-A is really garbage but also knows you’ve equated their chipper service with some sort of “it’s not that bad for me” mindset. He will tell you things like “we all make choices” and “you’ve decided this. It doesn’t have to be. “

Velvety hammer PF probably gets old for a lot of people but I (he) really can’t help it. He’d like to be warmer and fuzzier most of the time. So around Christmas he lays it on real thick. To be sure it’s 100% real, but the flip flop of it all can be a little jarring. 

By the fourth day of Christmas we arrive at “the countdown days” where we all reflect on the last year and make up top 10 lists and the like. It’s like we are scoring our year up. Always seeming to fall short. Prepping ourselves for the New Me just days ahead. The internet echoes with the sing song back and forth of NEW YEAR! NEW ME! Chanted louder and louder and louder. 

He thinks his lists are super clever. You’ll be seeing them soon. 

The seventh day of Christmas (NYE) arrives and we blow it out one last time. “New Me is coming to breakfast tomorrow!” Likely with a hangover. That first exercise attempt a death march, but we did it damn it!  “This is my year!” we exclaim. 

This year, I think I’ll cling on to Fuzzy PF for a few more weeks. See how long I can get him to stick around. Again, maybe in your eyes he’s there more than not. Kinder gentler me (us) takes a little effort, but the results I think are a little flash of sunlight in a sometimes dreary world. 

#hugsandhi5s