This Oughta Help You Through The Holidays
Monday, September 13, 2010 at 7:45AM If you’re anything like me, you experience a shit-ton of questions around the holiday time.
I know, I know…it’s only September. But you know what? Target already has its Halloween candy out and my kids are obsessively talking about what they’re going to wear for this coveted candy-filled nightmare of a holiday, so deal!
The holidays always bring a slew of questions from the little ankle biters that leave us scratching our heads, looking around the room for an escape trap, or diversions like “hey!!! Who wants a $5 bill?!!!”
So, since I love you all from the bottom of my heart, I thought I’d go ahead and tackle some of the tough questions you’re bound to get from a young excited child, and provide what I believe to be the best answer you could give if I were to be drunk, speaking truthfully and the worst parent on Earth.
These Q & As have been approved by the parental guidance committee of the great United States of America.
Q: Why is Santa so fat?
A: Because Santa eats the elves that are assholes.
Q: Why do the Pilgrims wear such funny hats?
A: Why are you wearing a douchey Izod t-shirt? Are you scared to be a clothing trend setter? Are you really my child, cause if so I’m very disappointed.
Q: What are you gonna wear for Halloween this year dad?
A: Well, if I get enough beers in her, your mother. But we know how those cards will fall, so I’m just gonna probably throw a sheet over my head, go to parties as a ghost and randomly bump into scantily-clad women for my shits and giggles.
Q: Why do we eat turkey at Thanksgiving?
A: The pilgrims and Indians originally had ice cream and cake. But then they finished and jointly decided they wanted every kid in the world to be miserable every fourth Thursday of November. So shut your pie-hole, eat and let daddy finish watching Dallas get their asses beat!
Q: If we’re at grandma’s house for Christmas how will Santa know where to deliver the presents.
A: He won’t. Now go to bed and cover your head with your pillow so I don’t have to listen to you cry.
Q: Why doesn’t Santa bring mommy and you presents?
A: The longer you live the worse life becomes. One day you’re opening presents and singing Christmas carols to strangers, the next day you’re steeling wi-fi from the next door neighbor while drinking Jack Daniels and cussing the electric company for turning your power off on Christmas Eve. Now open your damn present and get daddy some more ice for his drink.
Q: Daddy? Why does your stocking smell like poo?
A: Because your mother put dog shit in it.
Q: Did that man who you went into the garage with you for five minutes show you the smoke machine he plans on using for Halloween? Is that why the garage smells like that?
A: Yeah….yeah, that’s what it was. Now who’s got the munchies?
Q: When you were a kid did you used to get what you wanted for Christmas?
A: Yeah…cause I’d go to bed praying I’d wake-up to my dad passed out in a pool of puke under the tree surrounded by empties of Miller Lite and a stocking full of Lark cigarettes. Now run go get me another beer and stop asking so many damn questions.
I honestly hope these help you through the holidays. It’s a tough time! Money’s tight, everyone’s on edge and children’s heads are running rampant with questions about it all.
So, next time you hear that high-pitched voice start tossing out a holiday question that’s sure to have you looking for the next liquor store…know I’m here for you and always willing to help.
Reader Comments (10)
Where were you 15 years ago?
You have solved everyone of my holiday dilemmas. Crushing my kids hopes and dreams... well hey! that right there is MY gift to myself.
Hilarious!!
Oh, this was good!
Wait til they get older and ask why they can't have beer at their 19th birthday bash (teenagers don't have birthday parties...they're bashes).
I had to hold down a gag as it brought back a flood of memories of waking up in the middle of the night as a kid and accidentally seeing mommy doing a lot more than kissing Santa Claus.
Q: Daddy? Why does your stocking smell like poo?
A: Because your mother put dog shit in it.
Stop. The. Madness. Can't breathe.
OMG!!
I am Rolling!!!!!!!!!!!!
You would be my children's dream Godfather!! LOL!!!!!!
I feel badly about your stocking. Maybe this year you'll get some beer in it.
This was hysterical.
Dallas sucks! You should merge the smoke machine and watching Dallas lose on thanksgiving into one event. Better send me an invite!
This was so freaking funny! I will be clipping and keeping this for future use.
I just found your blog through a tweet that was RT and OH EM GEE. I'm cracking up. I will now stalk your archives :)