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A yuletide without a ritual appeasement of the Frog in Fez? Unimaginable—and yet, who today can honestly comprehend the holiday cards of old in which a pipe-smoking frog in a fez sent best wishes for Christmas? It would seem that all things, animate and inanimate, worlds, suns, systems, Christmases, and frogs, their cycles have! Nothing abides. Through the endless tides of time, the law of change is written everywhere (except upon out-of-print holiday greeting cards). In and of it all, endowed with a brief personality like a frog in a fez, we grope, guess, gasp, and are gone. Oh, the lost, forgotten traditions of a household! Of a people! Of a world! Why is this thus? Why is anything thus?
An eternity of cycles—and yet! No first frog in fez, no last frog in fez, no beginning ... and therefore no end! The frog in fez must occur in some way. Its last incarnation might have been different—perhaps better, perhaps worse. The same question might be asked in any situation. Why not a toad? Why not a cricket helmet? Why not a frog in fez once again reigning as the most beloved mouthpiece of Christmas?
Let us better understand the Frog in Fez's lost history: its incumbent rituals, its songs, its dances, its joys, its threats. Then, spirit willing, let us rehabilitate and then deliberately reintroduce the Frog in Fez into the wilds of Christmas.
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