"Yule"...no it's not too early.

"Yule"...no it's not too early.

The Yule season is supposed to be a time you get together with pals family, and semi-enemies to eat laugh, and complain. I remember back in the 50's we always had family over or we were going to them. We were a close family then. Actually we was 'all' close families then.

Well not everyone had family. 

A dear close pal didn't, and his story is very different,...bless you old friend.

As for them of us blessed, and or cursed with blood relatives the Yule tide holds memories. Family descended. All them. Their neat 1950's Buicks Fords Pontiacs Hudsons, and Ramblers would be parked all over the block along with other people's Aunts, and Uncles cars.

The Uncles would be in a corner talking Army,...WW2 just ended. That, and the routes they took driving here. Especially them new freeways that Eisenhower just built.
He managed to get serious infrastructure done by saying it was for defense. Congress will pay any amount to kill people. Feeding folks,...not so much.

Back at the house my Aunts were with my Ma in the kitchen talking about how the Uncles drove them crazy, and the weird shit all the kids was up to. Brownie our dog was curled under the kitchen table listening. 

Which is how all the kids found out what their folks was saying. Brownie would fill us in later. This btw is what dogs do for kids. They let you know what going on. Good dog! <3

As for us kids we was playing raisng hell, and basically tearing the house apart. That, and dreaming of all the swell stuff in the Sears-Roebuck X-Mass catalogues,...no not Christmas. This since he wasn't born then. When who knows, but still. 

Anyway I always thought it was "Sears-Robots". I really thought they had robots. Like the kind we saw on "Captain Video". I had a similar theological misapprehension. Being Kat-lick they dosed us in piles of nutty prayers. One was, "...to honor, and serve Him in this world". Him being the Big Guy. I really though it was "...to honor, and serve Him, and his Squirrel". Given the Bizzaro cosmologies they were teaching us this made perfect sense.
I think I go to purgatory for that.

Happy Yule Comrades. (...this shit came pretty quick didn't it.)