Another Christmas has gone by the wayside, which is a little hard to believe. Part of that is because this was the shortest possible time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, but I think the bigger culprit is that I’m getting old. Get off my lawn.
Even though I had to work on Christmas night, I still got to spend some time down in Phoenix with family and friends, which is the main reason that this is my favorite holiday. I only live a couple hours away from most of the people I know in Phoenix, but that gulf is difficult sometimes with a busy work schedule and not owning a vehicle.
One of the things I noticed this year was that I hadn’t seen some of my grandparents since the previous Christmas. That’s unacceptable in my book, and I have to do a better job of fixing that in 2014.
As far as presents go, I haven’t really asked for anything fancy in about a decade or so. Practical gifts are the way to go these days. So my Christmas list was made up of boring things like cookie sheets and mixing bowls to give me some baking options, or every kid’s dreaded nemesis: clothes.
I think I was relatively good this year, but I did get a lump of coal in my stocking: an unwrapped miniature Tootsie Roll. I was always told as a kid not to eat candy that was already opened because it could have razor blades in it or something. So you can imagine my confusion when my parents were the ones who added it to my stocking. Should I trust it anyway? Or is trust a one-way trip to Shardsofbrokenglassvillle (which I assume is in Scandinavia from the sound of it)? As far as I can tell after eating it, my innards are still okay.