Gray morning here on President’s Day Eve. Subdued excitement, but thrilling never the less. Children everywhere won’t get much sleep tonight as they await the arrival of the ghost of George Washington. If the children have been good, he’ll give the boys a pet reptile and give the girls a handful of individual serving butter packets as you’d find at better restaurants.
Then it’s a full day spent indoors, in silence, with no TV or Gameboys. Tuesday morning, back at school, everyone writes an essay about their experience.
And for our Coptic friends it’s still a three week wait til Orthodox President’s Day and all the candied fish they can stomach. Sorry.