Happy Festivus!!!

Here are my two aluminum coins. One is a Matte Finish and the other is shiny, proof-like. I'll be listing them on the Bay for $50K each as major mint errors soon.

Frank: Welcome, newcomers. The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances. I got a lot of problems with you people and now you're gonna hear about it.

Frank: Many Christmases ago, I went to buy a doll for my son. I reached for the last one they had, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way.
Kramer: What happened to the doll?
Frank: It was destroyed. But out of that a new holiday was born. A Festivus for the rest of us.
Kramer: That must have been some kind of doll.
Frank: She was.

Frank: And at the Festivus dinner you gather your family around and tell them all the ways they have disappointed you over the past year.
Kramer: And is there a tree?
Frank: No. Instead there's a pole. Requires no decoration. I find tinsel distracting.

George: What is that? Is that the pole?
Frank: George, Festivus is your heritage. It's part of who you are.
George: That's why I hate it.

Frank: George you're forgetting how much Festivus has meant to us all. I brought one of the cassette tapes.
(Frank presses play on the tape recorder. Voices are then heard.)
Frank: Read that poem.
George: I can't read it. I need my glasses.
Frank: You don't need glasses. You're just weak. You're weak.
Estelle: (yelling) Leave him alone!
Frank: All right, George. It's time for the Festivus feats of strength.
(George slams the tape recorder and turns it off.)
George: (gets up and runs away) Oh, no. Turn it off. There's no feats of strength. I hate Festivus.
Frank: We had some good times.

Estelle: I think you can take him, Georgie.
George: Hey, come on. Be sensible.
Frank: Stop crying and fight your father.
George: Oh, oh I give. I give!
Frank: This is the best Festivus ever!

Jerry: Happy Festivus.
Kramer: What's Festivus?
Jerry: When George was growing up his father...
George: Stop it. It's nothing. It's a stupid holiday my father invented. It doesn't exist.
Elaine: Happy Festivus, Georgie.

Jerry: When George was growing up his father hated all the commercial religious aspects of Christmas, so he made up his own holiday.
Elaine: Oh, and another piece of the puzzle falls into place.
Jerry: And instead of a tree didn't your father put up an aluminum pole?
George: Stop it.
Jerry: Weren't there feats of strength that ended up with you crying?

And just to keep everything on topic, I asked AI to generate a Festivus pole decorated with coins...

@Namvet69 said:
The spirit of whatever the heck it is, lives inside of me. Peace and health to us all. Roy

Are you sure it's not a tapeworm? 🤔