I have so appreciated all your support of my work this past year.
No matter how you spend the holidays I hope it’s a time to get together with whoever you love, slow down and relax.
Here is a funny Christmas story, an update on the socks fund, and news regarding my January Writing Your Memoirs Workshop and my show tour that is coming up. ( some places are selling fast.)

The Kimmett Christmas Concert:

Over the years, I produced elaborate Christmas concerts as a tribute to the birth of the baby Jesus. As the self-appointed director, writer, producer, and star of these productions, my directorial style mimicked Francis Ford Coppola in his Apocalypse Now phase. The rehearsals were fraught with a diva’s emotions. Many a night, my five brothers and sisters were downstairs in the rec room rehearsing, with me screaming, “If you guys don’t get this right, Mom and Dad will walk out!” to which my sister Karen, aka the Virgin Mary, would smugly retort, “They live here. Where are they going to go? Upstairs?” She almost got recast as the Third Wiseman for that crack.

 Neither she nor any of the family appreciated my unusual interpretation. There had been too many productions where the Virgin just sat there looking beatific, so I rewrote the stable scene from a feminist perspective. As the plastic shower curtain opened, my sister acted out a homebirth, complete with labour pains, while Alice Cooper crooned, “Only Women Bleed” on the cassette tape deck. When she was about 10 centimetres dilated, she pushed baby Jesus out from between her legs. My two-year-old brother, Paul crawled out from under her skirt and said, “Me no like sandals.” Which was the line I wrote for him and it got a big laugh. Then he went rogue and sat on my mother’s lap. My parents laughed so hard; Dad had to take off his glasses to wipe away the tears. Despite all of this they didn’t walk out, but I almost did. I began crying and screaming that everybody was ruining my creative vision and while they were at it, my life.  Then my mother, in her gentle way, said, “For God’s sake, stop your blatting and wrap this up so we can have a snack and get you all to bed.” (Many directors afterward would say the same thing to me.)

After Mary retreated, obviously spent from her lengthy stable delivery, I took center stage. My bangs hung in front of my eyes, sucking a piece of hair, and strumming the guitar, singing, “Someone’s Dropped a Bomb Somewhere.” I sang in the key of off, as my mother took a moment to change Jesus’s diaper and Dad nodded off in his La-Z-Boy chair.
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Update on the Secret Santa Sock fund! We raised 6200 in total this year. Quite amazing how little idea has grown with all your help. I appreciate how you stepped up to make a difference in people’s lives. They will too.
UPCOMING 2023 SHOWS:
My comedy tour will be in full swing starting in February in B.C. on Bowen and Salt Spring Island. Then Toronto
April: Stratford, Tamworth, Midland and Belleville. If you want to come they are going quickly. Check it out here.