DSC04179Man, it’s been quite the holiday freakout. It’s been a haze of paint fumes and Sauder manuals since last Saturday but it all came to a head on Tuesday night when everyone had moved into their own little corner of the world. I don’t think my son even remembers what it’s like to have space to play with his toys in his own room. As I went to bed last night he’d dumped his new Lego set on the floor to put together. Carpet as far as the eye can see to put his ‘Spiderman Vs Doc Oc’ action set together. My ten year old daughter in her room arguing with her newly acquired Furby Boom(artificial intelligence with flatulence…excellent), while my oldest was in her room downstairs doing her thing. My 10 year old said it was the best Christmas ever, and I think I’d agree with her.

We spent the morning hanging out listening to records and enjoying newly acquired “things” from ‘ol Saint Nick. Legos, Wii games, books, bedroom furniture, calendars, and even a little bling. I spent some time getting used to my new toy, err, I mean electronic, the Samsung Chromebook. It’s a wonderful thing that allows me to do my blogging and surfing on the fly. It’s light, yet it doesn’t feel like a toy. I’d say its comparable in size to a smaller Macbook. It’s a web browsing machine. No internal memory or storage space, but with ample amounts of storage space online I don’t really need it. I’ve got apps for everything I use on there, plus I haven’t even really explored what all there is to snap up app-wise at the Google Store. My daughter downloaded some Web Cam app that lets you take goofy picture of yourself. It’s one of those apps that allows you to waste hours of time doing nothing but taking “carnival mirror” pics of yourself. Something I’d frown upon when my daughter and wife did the same thing on their Apple products just a month before. Of course last night on the couch I was doing just that….


In the afternoon we headed over to my mom and dad’s house for dinner and round two of gift opening. There was plenty to indulge on, like ham, cheesy scalloped potatoes, homemade mac and cheese, chips and dip, veggies and dip, plus a plate of cookies and caramel bars my wife made. It was great getting together and laughing. My aunt has been really sick for the last few months, but it all came to a head over the last three weeks. My mom has been really worried about her(her little sis), going to the hospital and being with her as much as she can. Well my aunt was able to go home on Monday, so she was at least home for Christmas. She’s got a long road ahead of her rehab-wise, but she’s alive. My mom needed an afternoon of being with her family and laughing. I needed to see her laugh. Last year at this time my mom was going through some health problems herself. Maybe next year we can all enjoy the holidays in good health. Here’s to that.

I think what I’ve taken away from this holiday season is that it doesn’t matter what’s under the tree, or in the oven cooking, or what’s behind door number three. It’s the person sitting next to you on the couch as your laughing until you can’t breathe. It’s that person giving you a hug thanking you for the best Christmas ever. It’s that person putting the band aid on your finger after you cut yourself with the new pocket knife she bought you for Christmas(damn, that’s f*****g sharp.) They’re the ones that really matter. It could’ve been peanut butter sandwiches and stale chips and a hug for Christmas. As long as the hug was from any of the above mentioned and the sandwich was made with love, I’m good. Being together and being loved, that’s where it’s at folks.

My brood…my peeps.
Christmas morning and demon eyes on the Nutter Butter.
This guy’s my hero.
The unveiling of stockings at Gma & Gpa’s house…with Uncle Chris.
My dad opening his mounted squirrel. Best. Present. Ever.
The Furby lives, with my mom.
My oldest and her Hogwart’s Library collection.
The Nerf crossbow that will surely put someone’s eye out.
The delicious ham that gave my kids gas.
Me sporting the new fleece pullover from my mom. Thanks Ma!
Whoa! Where did he come from?? Mmm….stout.

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