17 Thursday Dec 2015
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In a surprising, uncharacteristic lapse in order and tidiness, last January 2nd, I yanked all the lights off our Christmas tree and rather than carefully and meticulously wrapping them around their designated spools specifically bought for their neat and organized storage, I threw the tangled heap into a big red plastic bin, muttered “Fa la la la la, la la la la” and slammed down the lid.
Well, sort of. A word starting with the letter “f” was definitely involved though.
20 Saturday Dec 2014
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And so it is Christmas time again.
My 12 year old son still believes in Santa. I think. Or at least this is what he would like me to believe. My suspicion is that he thinks that admitting to not believing is the kiss of death in the gift department. He is no fool, he isn’t betting against the house on this one. The stakes are too high. So, we have an unspoken contract, he doesn’t say anything, I don’t say anything. Unspoken contracts are the glue of a civilized society not to mention most good relationships.
well said. 