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Dave Barry is hilarious

So anyone that read anything by Dave Barry knows how hilarious he is, but you may not know that he writes daily for the Miami Herald. This one was e-mailed to me and I find it really funny...enjoy.

Posted on Sun, Dec. 11, 2005
"We wish you a merry gesso" BY DAVE BARRY
(This classic DAVE BARRY column was originally published on Dec. 13, 1998.)

Ho ho ho! ''Tis the Christmas season, a time of festivity and fun and credit-card statements the length of ``The Brothers Karamazov.'' It's also a time when the publications at supermarket-checkout counters are chock-full of articles featuring creative holiday craft ideas, with headlines like:

'CHER TELLS OPRAH: `CAST OF `FRIENDS' ATE MY BABY!''

No, sorry, wrong type of supermarket-checkout publication. The ones with the holiday craft ideas are the homemaker magazines, which are filled with articles like ''50 Fun Holiday Crafts You Can Make With Your Saliva.'' The problem is that, to make these crafts, you usually have to understand some technical craft terms. For example, I have here a Family Circle article on 25 do-it-yourself holiday gifts; in the instructions for making a ''Yuletide Shelf,'' it says that step one is to ``gesso an unfinished wooden shelf.''

Call me a big fat holiday dope if you want, but I have no idea what ''gesso'' means. It sounds like dialogue in a bad western movie:

FIRST COWBOY: Yew fixin' tuh wrangle them heifers?

SECOND COWBOY: Ah gesso.

The thing is, I happen to consider myself a craft expert, based on my experience in the summer of 1966 at Camp Sharparoon in Dover Furnace, N.Y., where I held the title of Craft Shop Counselor. They did not give this title to just anybody. They gave it only to those individuals who, when asked, ''Do you want to be Craft Shop Counselor?'' answered ``OK.''
Our most popular craft project -- in fact, our ONLY craft project -- was having the campers make ''lanyards,'' which were these things that you made by braiding something called ''gimp.'' You spent several days braiding your lanyard, and then you hung it around your neck, where it served thousands of useful purposes, although nobody I know ever could think of any.
Nevertheless we had our campers make them by the metric ton.
I suppose I should have come up with some other craft projects, but I was pretty busy fighting bats. The Camp Sharparoon craft shop was located in a rustic old structure that housed what had to be the largest irate bat colony in North America. Around dusk, the bats would swarm out and, perhaps angered by the ''gimp,'' swoop around the campers, causing them to become frightened and commit potentially serious braiding errors. So I, as the authority figure, would try to hit them (the bats) with a broom. I got pretty good at it. The key is to have a relaxed grip on the handle, keep your eye on the bat, and follow through on your swing. I could consistently drive a bat 25 feet, which is more than twice the best distance ever attained by so-called ''craft expert'' Martha Stewart.
And that is why today I am proud to present the following holiday feature, ''Christmas Projects for the Craft-Impaired.'' We'll start with an easy and inexpensive gift idea:

HOLIDAY COAT HANGERS
This is the perfect solution for that embarrassing moment when people give you a gift and you didn't get anything for them. Simply take an ordinary wire coat hanger from your closet, tie a festive red ribbon around it, and -- Voila! -- you have a useful, hand-crafted gift that perfectly expresses the holiday message: ''This cost me nothing.'' If you don't want to go to all that trouble, you can simply give people a hanger and tell them to tie their own ribbon on it. For that matter, they might just as well use their own hanger; no sense in killing yourself! You have other holiday craft projects to think about, such as this fun and rewarding idea for the kids:

MAYONNAISE NATIVITY SCENE
Get a big jar -- no, get SEVERAL big jars -- of mayonnaise. Scoop the mayonnaise out onto a table or floor in a big glob, and tell the kids to make a Nativity Scene out of it. They can't, of course, but they'll be busy for the next few hours, which gives you some time to make:

FESTIVE HOLIDAY EGGNOG
Eggnog is a traditional old beverage that gets its name from two words, ''egg,'' meaning ''egg,'' and ''nog,'' meaning ''a sound people make in the bathroom if they have consumed too much eggnog.'' You need a dozen eggs, a quart of rum and some other ingredients that I forget. Begin by separating the egg whites from the yolks. When you're done, take a standard No. 2 pencil and write me a letter explaining how you did it, because I never could. I always end up just drinking the rum, or, if no rum is available, beer. Which always puts me in a good mood to plan my:

HOLIDAY ''SURPRISE'' GIFT PARTY
Invite all your friends, and, in the invitation, tell them to bring a wrapped gift with no name on it. At a given time -- say, 8 p.m. -- gather all your guests together and tell them to go home. Then open the gifts. If any guests refuse to leave, threaten to gesso them. Because you're a busy person with many more holiday projects to attend to. Such as getting the mayonnaise off the dog.

Christmas in Miami II

I am surviving another Christmas in Miami and it is a strange event. Everything is strange here really, but Christmas is most especially weird for me. First off, no snow...which in and of itself is not a bad thing, but it is hard to listen to "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas," and "Frosty the snowman" when there is no snow and certainly no snow man. I don't care who disagrees with me but lights on palm trees look tacky no matter how you do it...it's just wrong. And how dare I not mention our neighborhood santa competition.
That's right, apparently the coolest thing that you can do in Little Havana is dress up like Santa and cruise the neighborhood. Or so two of my neighbors believe. One is an elderly man who has been dressing up like Santa nearly every day since September and wheeling around the blocks in his motorized wheelchair screaming (what I can somewhat understand) Spanish profanities at people passing by. It's hilarious. But wait, theres more...there is a second Santa who has been dressing as such since about October, who drives around our neighborhood in the loudest van ever created selling fruit and vegtables and blaring really terrible Spanish polka style music (we're talking manic accordian solos). Now, these two sights in and of themselves would be enough to make me chuckle for a good long time...but it gets better.
The other day I pulled in my driveway after work and I see them, the dueling Santas, down the block screaming at each other (in Spanish of course). Apparently it is taboo to cruise on another Santa's turf and the battle had begun. For nearly two hours the two Santas screamed at each other until finally the Santa in the fruit truck drove off and I haven't seen him since (sniff...sniff). I'm not sure what Santa #1 said or did, or threatened to say or do, but it worked and now he has his rightful kingdom back wherein he can happily spread Christmas cheer by chasing school kids down the sidewalks and throwing things at passing cars. Ah...there's just nothing like Christmas in Miami.