I Believe in Fat
Oh, really now. Can you repeat that? Yup. I believe in Fat. Not the normal phrase you hear, or in this case see on the Sirius display in my car. I knew I had to do a double take, but not soon enough for my thoughts to go wandering. Are there some hidden benefits to those belly rolls people work so hard to eliminate? Will this mean the end of the fitness craze? Will runners that make me feel guilty suddenly be absent from the trails? Will I once again be able to eat bread without thinking I shouldn't? Or cake? Or cookies? Or wine, beer, chocolate...on and on and on the list goes. You get the picture.
All of these thoughts came flooding into my brain in a matter of seconds. And then I saw it!
I glanced at the display in my car in time to see the continuation of the scroll. And laughed. Out loud. And I was alone in the car. It read: I believe in Fat-her Christmas. I got it! I Believe in Father Christmas, the song recorded by Greg Lake in 1974. To quote Mr. Lake: "Christmas is a time of family warmth and love. There is a feeling of forgiveness, acceptance. And I do believe in Father Christmas."
And I do as well. Merry Christmas everyone. Happy Hanukkah. And whatever else you celebrate. May you be blessed with family warmth, love, forgiveness and acceptance. And Happy New Year to you and yours from us and ours.