OK, first, if you’re reading this today, I’ve got three words for you: “Get a life!” I can think of literally thousands of things that are great about Christmas Day, none of which includes the words “Yale’s blog.” That you’re here, now, probably warrants a candle or a prayer; it’s obvious you need help of the highest order.
Of course, so do I. So do we all, probably. In my case, I’m celebrating my 51st Christmas, the 27th with the lovely Mrs. Y, and the 26th with at least one Little Y joining the festivities. For those keeping score at home, that’s a lot of assembly required and plenty of items for which batteries were not included.
It’s also a lot of wonderful memories.
Let’s see … There was the drumset and the first football and the Transformers and the hockey skates and the doll that cried and the other doll that cried …
… And the annual basketball to replace last year’s annual basketball and the pump to help the annual basketball hold on until a new annual basketball could replace it and a “going out” dress and a “gee, how nice” and a trip to the mall to get a replacement for “gee how nice” …
… And “why won’t it snow?!!!” and a “because we live in Texas” and a “this is the best Christmas ever” and a “pass the dressing, please” and a “thanks, Dad, for not being such a Grinch this year” …
… Oh, yeah, and thoughts of a baby, lying in a manger. I don’t want to forget that. I certainly don’t want to forget that.
- Yale
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