This is a kinda gooey post. So if you want satire and irony and schadenfreude, etc… come back in the New Year. There’ll be plenty.
Today, though. My Christmas gift.
I got some good books from my Amazon list, but that’s not the story. I got the “Breaking Bad News with Baby
Animals” postcard set. But that’s not the story. I got fed like a medieval village the first day of harvest. But that’s not the story.
At one point, after the ripping n’ tearing, though, my 9-year-old son paused to say, “This is the best Christmas ever.”
Merry Christmas to Dad. That’s all I ever really wanted.
Plus, I get to play with his Nerf gatlin gun. So there’s that.