A Holiday Story
It’s beginning to look a lot like… Holidays. The Twelve Days of Holidays.
On the first day of Holiday my true love gave to me a chicken and a basket of pears from Whole Foods.
On the second day I saw Holiday trees for sale in the playground and sang, “O Holiday Tree, O Holiday Tree…,” well, you know the rest. It’s an old song, just updated so no one is offended.
On the third day I was daydreaming. I thought, “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming of a white Holiday, just like the ones I used to know.”
And wouldn’t you know, on the forth day it snowed. So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Now you can have yourself a merry little Holiday.
On the fifth day I saw that old movie on TV, “A Holiday Carol” about a rich man who hates Holidays because he has to close shop one day a year thus depriving his bank account of the big bucks he could have earned by staying open on Black Holiday. He frequently says, “Bah, Humbug!” when he sees poor and hungry people begging in the streets. How quaint!
On the sixth day I thought that all I wanted for a Holiday gift was my two front teeth, but then realized I wouldn’t need them anymore.
On the seventh day of Holiday I started getting excited thinking that Holiday is here, Holiday is here, and dreaming about all the Buy1Get1Free gifts I would find under the Holiday Tree.
On the eighth day I received a call from oh, the little town of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. It was my fracking brother-in-law who sang, “I wish you a Merry Holiday” and told me “I’ll be home for Holiday.”
On the ninth day the TVs and radios blared, “Angels we have heard on high urging us to buy, buy, buy!” and “Oh, come, all ye shoppers!”
The tenth Holilday was a very silent night when all was calm and bright from all the Holiday lights in the Oval, so not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse or a rat or whatever it is that runs around the Oval at all hours.
On the eleventh day of Holidays we heard Holiday bells, Holiday bells, Holiday bells all the way coming from the ice skating rink which was filled with people making spirits bright by going around and around and around in a circle all night long.
The twelfth day ‘twas the night before Holiday. And I saw a woman holding a mistletoe over her head as she was kissing an obese gentleman in need of a shave and a haircut.
He was wearing a bright red suit trimmed in white fur and shouting, “Merry Holidays to All and to All a Good Night,” and “Feliz Holidad.”
So enjoy the season while you may because next year you’d better watch out because the Gingrich may steal the Holiday. He thinks there are far too many holidays when children could be working instead. Austerity is coming to town. Ho, Ho, Ho!
John Cappelletti, ST
So says the ‘White Knight’
Re: “Meeting provides details on conversion plan,” T&V, Dec. 8
Mr. Blattman sounds like a very convincing partner at Brookfield, stating that they like to be known as a “white knight.” He also stated that Brookfield considered the TA “as one of the greatest weapons in our arsenal” and “We cater to the tenants we want to have.” This sounds to me as an approach leading to discrimination.
These types of comments should not be coming from the managing partner of the company that wants to guide us through a reorganization at Stuyvesant Town.
In addition, I don’t like the idea of selling the apartment I am living in to someone else.There must be other companies interested in giving the TA a proposal unless there’s some pressure to use Brookfield.
Acts of kindness still happen
Last Monday I was at the fruit vendor on 1st Ave between 14th and 15th Streets. He was surrounded by at least five other people besides me. All of a sudden he took off, and began to chase an elderly man, who was probably in his 70’s.
We thought that the man had walked away without paying. When the vendor returned, we asked him what had happened.
“Oh”, he said,” that guy gave me too much money. The cost was $2 and he gave me $4. I just wanted to give him his money.”
The reason for me writing this letter is that we are always deluged with the bad and the tragic in our daily exposure to news and media stories; that I thought it would be nice to give this man, Kalam Aydinger, some rightly deserved praise.
Ainsley de Salazar, ST