Well, it was a good
JesusDay Christmas. I got some books I
wanted, some slippers from LL Bean, and some other clothes. Isn't it funny when
you were a kid and hated getting clothes, but now it's "Oh, cool new
socks!" As usual, I gave nothing in return. My father is here for the
weekend (currently sleeping with Dog(tm)). We made a great dinner, a roast beef
with the typical side dishes (mashed potatoes, carrots, etc.). I think I ate
about 2 pounds of meat. I figure I'll soon be giving birth to a meatloaf. Damn,
I think Christmas and Thanksgiving are the only two days of the year that I
don't mind my phone ringing off the hook. Every day I get tons of phone calls, I
usually hate it. When I'm home I don't want to be bothered. However during the
holidays I enjoy the calls, I like going through the holiday checklist: What did
you eat? What did you get? What did you give? etc. I think the best gift I heard
about was given to one of my good friends, his daughter wrote a song about him.
I listened to him attempt to sing it (it was written to the Danny Boy tune).
Great stuff, really.
I woke up this morning to the noises of my father who had let himself in and
was attempting to play Santa by filling Dog(tm)'s stocking with new dog toys,
and mine with crap he probably picked up at the local dollar store (why I need a
plastic magnifying glass and an orange is beyond me). However, Dog(tm) knew what
day today was, and he woke up a few minutes after I did and came rushing down
the stairs and headed right for his stocking (no shit, he really did know he was
getting shit today!). My father thoughtfully bought the dog a silly x-mas hat to
wear, so he would be sufficiently embarrassed while digging through his new toys
and treats. We made him wear it all day, he really didn't seem to mind at all.
What did you guys do?