Christmas, of course, calls for reverence and awe, deep humility, which is the perfect time to laugh. Curiously, the more inappropriate laughter is to an occasion, the harder and louder we laugh. We snort and choke, struggle mightily to rein in our outbursts, as those around us scowl and cast looks of utter disgust. Adding fuel to the fire.
Excusing ourselves is an option, but rarely a good one as it tends to draw attention. The lurching and helpless staggering, the hand over the mouth — dead giveaways. You can try to pass it off as illness, but no one’s that dumb. Or charitable. They all know and they all judge harshly.
So we rush to hallways and lobbies, a handy restroom, and erupt in hysterics — forgetting for the moment how clearly sound carries. Until we hear our merriment bouncing off walls and echoing for miles. We curse the Doppler effect and go right on laughing.
Churches, funerals, libraries, ceremonial events, any place solemn and dignified acts as a trigger. Humorless people, too, set us off and there is no shortage of those around. They’re everywhere. Use them to your advantage. In today’s topsy-turvy world, laughter is about all we have left. So do it well. And do it loud.
May I get you started?