So, at the last moment, day after Christmas, the sky finally decides it's had enough of this wishy washy unseasonably warm Charlie Brown weather and lets out with a ridiculous snow. This is particularly distressing to me as I prefer my weather unseasonably warm.
Christmas this year was very humble, but I'm cool with that. We don't usually do the whole sha-bang about presents and decorations, but good food and family abound. And, to this day, I will never understand this whole Santa thing. I am not sure I'm comfortable with his whole breaking and entering shtick, even if he's leaving gifts. Why this lie some parent told their child to get them to shut up and play nice has blown so far out of control into this bizzare worldwide phenomena, I have no idea. Mass hysteria, perhaps.
Christmas this year was very humble, but I'm cool with that. We don't usually do the whole sha-bang about presents and decorations, but good food and family abound. And, to this day, I will never understand this whole Santa thing. I am not sure I'm comfortable with his whole breaking and entering shtick, even if he's leaving gifts. Why this lie some parent told their child to get them to shut up and play nice has blown so far out of control into this bizzare worldwide phenomena, I have no idea. Mass hysteria, perhaps.