And no, that’s not a typo. It’s a survival strategy. The phrase hit me on February 23, 2024—eight minutes before something (a deadline? a breakdown? a bad decision to watch a rom-com alone?) I was scrolling old lyric mashups when my brain autocorrected “home” to “hole.” Suddenly, Bing Crosby was crooning from a dirt-walled bunker, and I thought: Yes. That’s the vibe.
Not down the interstate. Down into the ground.
So this year, when someone asks where you’ll be for the holidays, smile. I-ll Be Hole for Christmas -2024-02-23-08 Min
This year, my Christmas card isn’t going to read “I’ll be home for Christmas.” It’s going to read:
A hole is not a cave. A cave has tourism potential. A hole is humble. A hole is yours. It might be a blanket fort at 3 p.m. on Christmas Eve. It might be a basement workshop where you fix old radios while everyone else argues about politics upstairs. It might be the emotional foxhole you dig after the third family member asks, “So, are you seeing anyone?” Let’s compare: And no, that’s not a typo
The post assumes the "Hole" refers to either a literal hole (basement, excavation, bunker) or a metaphorical "hole" (a rut, a bad situation). The date/time stamp suggests a specific, timed reflection. Originally conceived: 2024-02-23 Estimated read time: 8 minutes
And that’s not sad. That’s sustainable. Originally drafted on 2024-02-23. Revised for the holiday season. Stay safe. Stay slightly underground. a breakdown
Let’s be honest with ourselves. The holidays are relentless. Between the airport chaos, the forced family harmonies, and the expectation to radiate joy like a human menorah, sometimes the most appealing travel plan is downward.