For years, Christmas didn’t start until after my father cleared his throat.
Come again?
Trust me, it makes sense.
For years, Christmas didn’t start until after my father cleared his throat.
Come again?
Trust me, it makes sense.
If there’s one thing you learn from listening to a lot of Christmas music, it’s this …
… the vast majority of it never needed to be recorded.
I think I’m pretty good at a lot of things, but there are some things I am really bad at.
Worst New York State high school basketball player in 1988 to 1990? — It’s a short list, but I’m on it.
I’m horrible at building things, or fixing them.
Driving directions are lost on me.
And I am the absolute worst at wrapping presents.
Continue reading “You cannot wrap Christmas gifts worse than me”
Hard as it is to believe, but it feels like Christmas has actually sneaked up on us.
Because Thanksgiving was so early this year, it still seemed early to turn one’s attention to Christmas.
After all, it was still more than a month away.
Tag, I’m it.
Hannah chose me as part of her Christmas Tag, meaning I must do the following:
1. Thank the blogger that tagged you and link their blog to your post. (Thanks, Hannah!)
2. List the rules in the post.
3. Answer all the questions asked by the blogger.
4. Nominate some other bloggers and provide them with 12 new questions!
Last month, my wife bought a dongle from the Apple store at the nearby mall for a presentation she was going to be giving.
But as it turned out, she didn’t make the presentation, meaning she wanted to return the dongle … which required going back to the mall …
… to the Apple store.
… on a Saturday.
… in December.
Of course, it was going to suck.
Even though I try not to even thInk about it until after Thanksgiving, I don’t immediately turn on the Christmas spirit full-bore as soon as the turkey’s done.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint. It’s something you build up to, with milestones along the way.
Like putting up the Christmas tree and decorations.
Continue reading “It’s beginning to look a little like Christmas”
I don’t usually go out of my way to watch Christmas movies or specials.
Except one.
I wasn’t watching “Sunday Night Football,” but the rest of my Sunday night would have been set regardless.
I do most of my Christmas shopping at the Mall of My iPad — open 24 hours, no traffic, no lines, no parking, no other people.
However, my mother-in-law likes to go with my wife the day after Thanksgiving, so my father-in-law and I joined in for the trip to the shopping plaza near their home in Connecticut.
They went off and did their thing; I hung out at the bookstore, mostly adding to my own list.
I have seen our culture, and it is this:
”Reserve your fast pass and skip the line for Santa.”
I’m sure what the world needed was E-ZPass or TSA Precheck for families who don’t want to hear their kids screaming while waiting in line to tell Santa they’ve been good all year.
Then again, I don’t have kids. Maybe it really is what the world needed.