How was yours? Ours was shockingly good. I’d been worried about it, feeling guilty and convinced everyone would be unsatisfied. It’s a well-established holiday tradition for me. Even if everyone got a new car for Christmas, I’d feel like it wasn’t quite enough. But it went well. In fact, it was all very low-key and (dare I say it?) pleasant.
Below are a few random notes about our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. And after I’m finished blathering on, please feel free to share your holiday 2014 experience in the comments. Sound good? Let’s get to it.
I worked until 6 pm on Christmas Eve. It was an abbreviated shift, and mildly frustrating. It felt like everyone was just going through the motions, and not fully-engaged. Understandable, of course, but we gots shit to do. Don’t they understand we can’t let down our guard, for even one day?? It just keeps coming and coming and coming! Oh well.
While I was driving home, I talked to Toney and she gave me advance warning on something. She said the older boy asked if it would be OK if he had a few beers. What?! I shouted. Turns out, she’d already given him the go-ahead on this deal. He’s 18, and a college student, she said. Do you really think he doesn’t drink beer? We don’t need to sanction it, I told her.
But it wasn’t a big deal, I think he had three, maybe four. He wasn’t funneling it, or anything. And he didn’t get drunk, run out on the lawn, and rip all the buttons off his shirt. like my friend Vincent did once. But I still didn’t like it. It feels like a precedent was set.
One thing that needed to be addressed, though… When I came home, he was drinking a Sierra Nevada Celebration. He’s freaking 18, and he’s drinking our craft beers?! I don’t think so. When I was his age I was drinking Mickey’s Big Mouth, and happy to get it. I told him I don’t like this situation, whatsoever, but if it’s already been approved, he needs to stick to the Yuengling. I mean, somebody has to be the voice of reason, right? Sheesh.
All four of us watched Elf, I dozed off and missed half of it, and we all turned in at a reasonable hour. Toney told everyone we should sleep in, as late as possible, and it actually happened. I believe this was the first Christmas Day I wasn’t poked and prodded from a deep sleep at some bizarre and impossible hour. In fact, I didn’t even crawl off the platform until 10 am. Amazing.
The boys opened their gifts, and seemed happy. Toney and I got each other a small gift each, and everything went well. In fact, the older boy actually seemed excited about it all. Great relief… Christmas is for kids, even when they’re 6 foot 2, and swigging our good shit.
There was no shortage of great food, and I believe I ate my body weight (a substantial number) in ham, pulled-pork, and pie. Coconut cream pie, to be exact. Yum. It’s one of my favorites. What’s your favorite kind of pie? If it were completely up to you, what kind of pie would be on your kitchen counter right this moment?
On Christmas Day I worked on the outline of my novel a bit, then watched TV with Toney. We saw two new novelty variations of House Hunters, which were a lot of fun.
The first was Island Hunters, and featured couples wanting to buy an island. A full-blown island! One couple had a budget of $25 million. It was done exactly like House Hunters: they visited three islands, and chose one at the end. Crazy.
The other one was called Tiny House Hunters. Those people were looking for… you know, tiny houses. Something under 500 square feet, in most instances. I feared it would be a bunch of earnest and humor-free environmentalists. But it was mostly folks who wanted to pay cash for a (tiny) house, and never again be saddled by rent or a mortgage. It was really interesting, and good. One place was something like 92 total square feet. Can you imagine? I’d probably turn around and knock a window out with my ass.
And I need to go back to work now. How was your Christmas? Please tell us about it in the comments.
Have a great day, my friends!