I asked that on Christmas Day. I'm guessing for instance that our ongoing tradition of setting up a Christmas tableau on the neighbor's lawn under cover of darkness is a bit atypical. This year we had a jousting theme with one participant being Santa Claus riding a snow blower and wearing a Jason mask...
I like the old Pontiac hubcap used as a shield. Oh, also note the poor gnome stuck in the intake...
Of course we do give presents. I found some really swell Amish themed pint glasses at the surplus store.
But I was out done by one of our lads who fancies himself a writer. He came up with a five page manifesto feverishly hammered out on a manual type writer. Chock full of cryptic allusions to plots and conspiracies of course...
As to presents for me, I did pretty well considering my Naughty score for the past year. I got a couple of swell outfits for Bill the Squirrel and some sausage guaranteed to be made from genuine feral pigs.
Ah, but these are trifles. The biggest gift was the presence of the younger generation(s). All are doing fine. And with a new baby in the house for the first time in 22 years the mood is definitely changed. Rocking, bouncing, mugging to try to induce precious smiles. Old songs that have lain dormant for a quarter century are haltingly recalled, then after a rusty line or two come back in perfect execution.
I hope you all got some good swag from the big guy in red wearing the hockey mask. I treasure all my presents including a shoulder full of warm spit up.
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I'd like to see a picture of you swaying with that sweet baby, spit up shoulder goo and all! Merry Christmas to all of you too!
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