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Menorah Shmenorah, Bring Me My Gifts!

Menorah Shmenorah, Bring Me My Gifts!

Well, it’s that magical time of year again when we celebrate the lighting of the menorah so that baby Jesus could see the three wise men air their grievances and perform feats of strength.

Or something like that.

More importantly, it’s when you get to list out all the things you want without looking like a selfish, small-minded bitch. Yay!

I have my standard items that I tend to repeat each year but to no avail. Clearly Santa or the Maccabees or Shiva or whoever the hell should be bringing me shit is sitting around on their fat asses.

See, not unlike my approach to religion, I will follow any tradition to cover all bases on whomever it is who will actually give me presents. I am the whore of holidays.

It’s not like I want anything that outrageous either. Just the regular stuff like:

Balanced hormones.

Paul Rudd.

Awesome ‘stach, Broham.

A margarita party with Amy Poehler, Kristen Wiig, Melissa McCarthy, Tina Fey, Maya Rudolph and Leslie Mann where they all have to fight each other to be chosen as my best friend.

A leather jacket.

A pet meerkat. No, a whole family of pet meerkats. Who can talk. And are gay and sassy. And can sing but not in an annoying way like The Chipmunks.

Are you kidding me???? Freaking AWESOME!

If all you Santa-like deities are really too lame to supply me with this totally rational list of wants and needs, then I will make due with only one item.

And that item is a butler.

I’ll admit, I am after a pretty hybrid kind of servant here. But, if you can’t customize, what the hell good are you.

I want the intelligent, snarky, grandfatherly wisdom of John Gielgud as Hobson in Arthur.

I find you repugnant and yet I serve you.

And, he’s had LOADS of experience dealing with super drunk people so a big plus for him…and me.

Mix him with the gay drama and fashion sense of Hank Azaria as Agador Spartacus from The Birdcage.

The mix of taffeta and corduroy upsets me.

And,  he shall be referred to as Hobacus and we will live happily ever after.

If my butler request is really too much for you to handle, I’ll settle for Paul Rudd and the meerkats. See, I’m not unreasonable.

As you ponder your own Hanukkah, Chanukah, Christmas, Kwanza or Festivus list, I leave you with this vision of MY holiday deity for your viewing pleasure.

Cornelius X. Spacklestein:
The Non-denominational Holiday Meerkat