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6:46 a.m. - 2001-12-26
Wellll...another one over and a new one just begun. I remember as a kid, I would always get a little depressed Christmas afternoon because I knew it would be another year before another windfall of toys would come my way again. I got a little depressed like that yesterday. Not that I got a ton of presents yesterday or anything...but I was holding Andy in my arms and we looked outside and it was just so cold and dreary and brown and quiet outside. And I told Andy "This is what Christmas looks like. Sucks, doesn't it?" Andy agreed it sucked. Then he wormed out of my arms, got on the floor, crawled away and played with his new Bear piano. I know all about the true meaning of Christmas. Jesus was born and people all went "Whoa! Cool! Virgin birth!" and all that jazz. But I've always believed that the true meaning of Christmas is stockpiling toys for another year. I mean, c'mon...show me a kid that truly cares about a baby being born 2000+ years ago. Now show me a kid who cares that there's an X-Box under the tree on December 25th. Regardless...it's over. I got a refrigerator magnet with a space for Andy's face in it. A "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" desk calendar. Some sugarless chocolates. Some Old Spice. Some post-it notes (Yes...apparently Susie does all her shopping at Dollar Tree). The "Traffic" DVD (that I bought for myself since I knew Dollar Tree wouldn't have it). And a fancy toothbrush that spins around when you push a button. That must have set her back two bucks at least. Oh yeah. And that digital camera. Which, by the way, I took pictures with. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and is enjoying the holidays. Today, it's me and the boy hanging around the house all day while Mama goes to work. At least we have new boxes to play with while she's gone.
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