My youngest woke me up at 4 AM this morning. She’s 11, and to be honest I’m not quite sure if she’s dismissed the idea of Santa Claus. She’s a pretty bright kid with a pretty good bullshit detector, but on this one I’m not sure. Maybe she’s just playing her odds, and I can respect that. Missus Zip thinks so.
Last night we ate some killer Clam Chowder, played card games, watched 24 hours of the Christmas story in the background, Stuffed some stockings, enjoyed each others company and wrapped some last minute presents. Hard to beat.
We had a good Christmas. Maybe the last, with the family all together. My oldest daughter is getting married, and her fiance crashed here and woke up with us. It was kinda nice, to be honest. Everyone got what they wanted I think and seemed happy.
But now I’m over it. I’m ready for work and life to go on. That may be premature, given today is still the 25th, but I’m ready. I bought a car on Christmas eve and my wife didn’t even get mad at me. Thats rewarding bad behavior I feel. I’m going to run with it.
I love the Holidays.