In this light-hearted and thoughtful piece, Jonathan Malesic describes how his ideas about celebrating Christmas were changed by a snowball fight after midnight mass in Buffalo, New York. This is an original piece.
I suppose I?ll have another chance some day to hit a Catholic priest, decked out in his Christmas vestments, square across the head with a snowball. If so, I hope I don?t chicken out like last time, when I wrongly imagined that maintaining a dignified reserve was next to godliness.
I was visiting my parents in Buffalo, New York, when, on Christmas Eve three years ago, snow began to fall. And fall. And fall, until seven feet had piled up, and lots of plans had to be changed.
Looking out at the unplowed street, my father declared that we could not possibly drive ten miles downtown for midnight Mass at the cathedral, which we usually did. So I would miss out on the cathedral?s gothic majesty, the bishop?s eloquent preaching, and the brass quintet?without which it just doesn?t seem like Christmas. I would also miss out on seeing every pew filled with smiling, well-dressed, happy f...
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Timing and Cues
The total run-time of this first-person essay (read by the author) is 4 min. 33 sec.