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New Year's Eve in July?

Friends,

Christmas in July is a Yellowstone tradition which, according to lore, started when a July blizzard trapped a tourist group in the park. They made the best of it by exchanging gifts on the 25th. Whether it has any basis in fact, when I worked there concession employees would decorate a small conifer tree in the Firehole river with tinsel and leave a case of beer for the rangers who cleaned-up the mess. With this holiday gaining mainstream traction, it begs the question: if tomorrow is Christmas, shouldn’t next Saturday be New Year’s Day?  January 1st is, after all, a rather arbitrary day to start a new year. Why not hit the reset button next week?. It might be fun to have a mini new year’s eve (aka Año Viejo) celebration. And, I’ve got a coronavirus mockup we could burn at midnight (I had been considering making it a disco ball, however, my inner pyromaniac keeps whispering "burn it"). Then again, there’s the whole social distancing thing to keep in mind and, oh yeah, a ban on large gatherings that could put a damper on any plans. Maybe we can all have a mini cleansing session to burn away the old and welcome the new in each of our homes. I guess I’ll have a donut and mull it over. What do you think?

Happy Christmas in July Eve!


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