I took down my last post (re:end of 2012) because it was lame.
I wish I could write an interesting post about my Christmas, but I’m drawing a blank. For once, it was a pleasant one: A Build-Your-Own Grand Slam at Denny’s for lunch, Django Unchained in the afternoon. When you’re childless and single, I think the best Christmas is a non-Christmas. Breakfast food and Tarantino movies make me happy. And what doesn’t scream CHRISTMAS more than exaggerated pre-Civil War violence and the n-word repeated 110 times in three hours? –I kid, I kid.
In the evening, my young niece and nephew in California showed off their new toys to me via Skype. After they were done, I opened the presents they wrapped and mailed to me. One of the gifts they gave me was Dr. Seuss’ Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? It’s a hardcover and I plan on slapping it against my forehead whenever I need to be reminded of my good fortune.
I hope your Christmas was everything you wanted to be, and that you were able to have a moment to remember how lucky you are…