Celebration Isn't Just for The Holidays

Now sadly, most grocery stores stopped selling eggnog, family members returned home, and sorry presents have been exchanged for better ones.

Rather than wallowing in the reality of returning to a world mundane, I have opted to take a different route. I have decided to celebrate the regular day ... the day before yesterday in fact:

'Twas the day before yesterday, and all through the apartment,
Couldn't find my darn keys, searched through every compartment,
Stained underwear hung from my doorknob with care,
A little Febreeze, and they'd be ready to wear.

My roommates were chillin' alone in their rooms,
I yelled "Cut down the music," they yelled, "Pick up a broom."
Tired of sifting through rubbish, cussing and fussing,
I set down to my computer for a little self-loving.

When outside of my room there arose such a clatter,
My roommate was coming, my mind started to scatter,
I X'ed out the window as quick as a flash,
Started whistling Dixie and faking a rash.

As he opened the door, I said, "How bout the snow!
"But I've got this darn redness, that's itching below,"
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But my roommate's girlfriend with snicker and sneer.

Confused and embarrassed, I had to think quick,
"I've been jogging a lot" -- it all seemed to click.
As my roommate stepped in, I felt all in the clear,
Then suddenly new windows began to appear:

I'm naked! I'm easy!
I'm horny and ready!
I'm Cindy! I'm Rhonda!
We're Carla and Betty!
I clicked on each box!
As fast each came!
Now, go away! Come again ...
It all seemed in vain!

My roommate aware of what's going on,
Said, "Well, good to see ya, but we've got to move on"
His girlfriend, confused, said, "We're leaving so soon?"
"Uhh, babe, you look thirsty, there's drinks in my room."

A half hour later, they started to leave,
But her parting words, I didn't want to believe,
As she left our place, I faintly heard her say,
"Take care Ben, you'll have a partner some day!"

The first point I'd like to make about this poem is that it is not intended to celebrate the objectification of women. The objectification of all people is a disturbing trend, and I imagine more than a handful of people reading these words can relate. But objectifying people is an evil that leads us to devalue life -- a life worth celebrating. Religious holidays celebrate something pure and good. Maybe leading lives that we can cherish is an integral part of rejoicing in them.

Second, no event in life is too small to celebrate. I think we tend to feel that if there is not a greeting card to fit an occasion that it's a little over the top to celebrate it.

Recently, my roommate became engaged, and he informed me that they were having an engagement party.

Engagement party? To be honest I wasn't exactly familiar with such a tradition. Having a ton to do over the break to prepare for this semester, I wasn't exactly sure why this peculiar gathering of friends was necessary. Then he sat me down and explained to me how the party was an expression of gratitude to all their friends for each of their small contributions to building their bonds of love. He went on to explain how it would be celebrated at his parents' clubhouse with free kegs of Newcastle and wine for everybody.