Oh! What Fun It Is To Ride In A One-Tree Christmas Bus!

This morning, skribe and I rode the Christmas bus into Como. This was almost as scary as the bus itself being driven by someone who wasn't quite sure what the route was, and wanted directions, just to be on the safe side.

The Christmas-ness of the Christmas bus, however, served to distract us from the driver's lack of knowledge of the route they were driving. The interior was thick with tinsel streamers. Plastic stars rattled against the windows, which were white with fake frost. Santa's fatherly grin beamed down at us from every flat surface. There was even a Christmas tree rattling against the back of the driver's panel. "Noel!" and "Ho! Ho! Ho!" were stuck to the doors in big red padded felt lettering. The only thing missing was piped-in Christmas carols. Thank gods and odd socks they forgot the piped-in Christmas carols.

It was so ridiculously over-the-top it actually brought a smile to our jaded, cynical, non-Christmas-celebrating selves. You know what? I adore the idea of the Christmas Bus. It celebrates the best part of the holiday - joy and gaiety and quite a lot of childish silliness.

It got us thinking about other holiday buses. Easter would be cute, but it doesn't have the same drunkenly glorious sense of fun and frivolity about it. Valentine's Day isn't a holiday, and the Anzac Day Fun Bus is just wrong. What does that leave? The Queen's Birthday Holiday Bus? Brrrrr.

The Lunar New Year would be another great Holiday Bus, if only it were on the calendar. Ah, well. Not this year maybe.

The Christmas Holiday Bus. It was masquerading as the 32 to Como, but who knows where it'll turn up next, carrying onboard a crazy facet of the Christmas spirit with it wherever it goes.