On this night, we permit the display of animals dressed up in silly costumes that have nothing to do with their animalness.
And why is that? We love animals precisely for their animalness, not for their pretending-to-be-humanness.
Because, on this night, humans throughout the world give themselves over to a dream of unconditional love, infinite generosity, and magical possibility. We are down with that idea, irrespective of all the religious and ideological baggage that goes along with it. The Pope wears a snazzy costume to celebrate this occasion, so why shouldn't the dogs?
Oh, all rightie then. Let's party!
(Reindeer Roxie, photographed by Moose, quite some time ago.)
(Master Dudley, photographed by Code Purple Photography, Alexandria, VA, passed along by Dudley's Human.)
(Riley, photographed by Code Purple Photography, Alexandria, VA, passed along by Dudley's Human.)
And because the season also requires music, we offer you this vid of the greatest holiday song ever written, Robert Earl Keen's "Merry Christmas from the Family," which we have long admired because it manages to express the fundamental truths of every holiday gathering while turning a grocery list into a brilliant rhyme:
A can of bean dip and some Diet RitesSing it, Robert, and a joyous, if stunningly dysfunctional, season to each and all. Peace out, darlings, peace out.
A box of tampons, Marlboro Lights . . . .
(H/T Tyler Curtain for the vid.)