The first time I heard of eggnog was while watching a Christmas episode of Nickelodeon’s Fairly Odd Parents. (Note: it wasn’t Christmas—I just like Christmas-oriented TV.) Timmy asks his fairygod parents to make Christmas happen every day. Like most children’s TV, it actually raised some pretty interesting philosophical issues about ritual and novelty, but I was more focused on one aspect: eggnog.  All year long, Timmy’s real father covets eggnog, but he can only drink it during Christmas. When Christmas happens every day, eggnog becomes repulsive, and if memory served me right, he may have also become obese. My point is, I have recently gotten absolutely addicted to the stuff. I put it in my coffee, eat it with Special K, and, in weak moments, drink it straight from the carton. I stopped believing in Santa Clause the Christmas Eve that I left out Oreo cookies for Santa in the kitchen, and then got hungry in the middle of the night and ate them myself. I think what was lost that night has manifested itself in a mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, brandy (optional) and dots of nutmeg. Christmas comes and goes, but gluttony is perpetual. The good thing is that Christmas is the most convenient and acceptable time for it. I cannot wait for finals to be over so that, like Timmy’s dad, I can devote my time to unleashing my eggnog crazies (it’s only a prelude right now), and take breaks to spend time with people I like. It’s unwise for these to happen simultaneously. Happy Holidays!

The first time I heard of eggnog was while watching a Christmas episode of Nickelodeon’s Fairly Odd Parents. (Note: it wasn’t Christmas—I just like Christmas-oriented TV.) Timmy asks his fairygod parents to make Christmas happen every day. Like most children’s TV, it actually raised some pretty interesting philosophical issues about ritual and novelty, but I was more focused on one aspect: eggnog. 

All year long, Timmy’s real father covets eggnog, but he can only drink it during Christmas. When Christmas happens every day, eggnog becomes repulsive, and if memory served me right, he may have also become obese. My point is, I have recently gotten absolutely addicted to the stuff. I put it in my coffee, eat it with Special K, and, in weak moments, drink it straight from the carton.

I stopped believing in Santa Clause the Christmas Eve that I left out Oreo cookies for Santa in the kitchen, and then got hungry in the middle of the night and ate them myself. I think what was lost that night has manifested itself in a mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, brandy (optional) and dots of nutmeg. Christmas comes and goes, but gluttony is perpetual. The good thing is that Christmas is the most convenient and acceptable time for it.

I cannot wait for finals to be over so that, like Timmy’s dad, I can devote my time to unleashing my eggnog crazies (it’s only a prelude right now), and take breaks to spend time with people I like. It’s unwise for these to happen simultaneously.

Happy Holidays!