Donna dreamed of a Fitbit. Polly pined for a sound bar. I wished for a telephoto lens. We each got what we most wanted … a Christmas miracle! Shame on me for not remembering what we asked Amazon to leave under the Las Vegas Woodfords’ tree, but I expect our son and his family got their hearts’ desires too. We had a great Christmas, you?
Our house was a wreck, not a single decoration up, yet somehow it all came together Christmas Eve. Good thing, too, because we’d invited a gang over for a party. I boiled shrimp and cooked up a big pot of clam chowder; our friends all came to share the feast. Christmas tunes on the stereo; Christmas Story on the DVD, all that. It was pretty great, I must say.
Christmas morning was quiet and happy (happier still after Donna and Polly made our traditional post-unwrapping breakfast of eggs Benedict); later we drove across town to share dinner with friends at their house.
Today is a day for reflection, I guess. I’m reflecting on how different Christmas is from other holidays. I marvel that the Christmas spirit still is a thing with me, hardened cynic that I’ve become.
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And I am cynical. Irreligious too. But I think Christmas, no matter one’s religion or lack of it, is a great idea, good for us and good for society. We’re at our best when we’re in a giving and sharing mood, and Christmas is kind of a truce, isn’t it? Shut up. Yes it is.
No, I will not be spending good money to watch The Interview. C’mon, sheeple, don’t you know when you’ve been had? Also: am I the only person who has a hard time telling Seth Rogan and Adam Sandler apart?
What’s on for today? Trying out that new telephoto lens, that’s what! Merry Christmas!
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