When I was 10 years old, I asked my mom for a TCR for Christmas. Total Control Racing. It was 1978. I wasn’t sure I’d get it.
My mom drove all over northern Utah for find it. It was the hot toy of the day, and she finally found on in Salt Lake City and had a lady try to wrestle the last one out of her hands, or so the story goes.
That was my best Christmas morning. I was like Ralphie, peeling back the wrapping paper on his Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time. My mom’s story, made it even better.
Today is Christmas day, my favorite of days. The kids are all happy, we’re all together and just enjoying the day. You can’t go anywhere, even if you wanted to; everything is closed. Christmas day is the shit.
My wife surprised me. I asked for a B.A.C.A. ring. I didn’t think she’d pull it off, but she did. What a gal I married. It was the best Christmas present ever.
There’s a turkey in the smoker, 24 hours of a Christmas story on TBS has been playing for almost 24 hours, the family is together and life is good. We’ll sit down as a family and have a family dinner together as soon as this turkey is done.
Hope you all had a merry Christmas. I did. Even if I hadn’t gotten a thing, this is still my favorite day.