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Merry Christmas

Well, I swore in the annual Christmas letter that I’d return from self imposed blogging exile after Chrismas, so here we go!

We had a great, if sleep deprived Christmas. The kids were under strict orders not to wake us before 6:00 AM. Last year it was 5:30 AM. I’m hoping to set later and later Christmas wake up times, in anticipation of the days when we’ll be dragging two sullen teenage boys downstairs and ordering them to open their presents and look merry.

There was a lot of gleeful anticipation this year, despite the fact that Matthew was having some anxiety about getting coal in his stocking . This is no exaggeration. He was genuinely concerned that a few lapses of judgement over the year would get him a stocking full of the black combustible stuff.  No worries mate, he did just fine on Christmas morning.

Marty really had the Christmas spirit this year. He cheerfully wrapped presents, kept the living room clean for Santa, and begged me to let him stay up late so he could help me get the Christmas letter out this year. What a guy!

Anyway, the big day arrived, and nobody was disappointed.  Most of the presents were electronic – Ipods, Wii Games, Nintendo DSs.  A big change for me was the fact that I spent no more than 5 minutes unpacking toys. In past years I have spent HOURs with my leatherman multitool cutting, snipping, untangling, untying, and otherwise dismembering the packaging that toys come in nowadays.  It’s sadistic. 

Matthew got a dance game for the Wii ("Dance Dance Revolutions Hottest Party" if you must know), and … ITS A BLAST.  I know, I know. I am the most boring, cynical middle aged white guy in New England.  For what ever reason I love this game. Whodathunkit. Naturally Marty – with 6 years of dance lessons under his belt at age 11 is wiping the dance floor with the rest of us.

Marty is now officially the computer game technical support wiz at our house. Matthew got a Star Trek game that was waaaay beyond an eight year old. Marty ask to play it and politely elbowed me ouit of the way after I warned him that it was kinda complicated. 15 minutes later he had it all figured out.

Anyways, most of the rest of the day was spend playing games, watching DVDs and stuffing our faces.

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2 Comments

  1. I can’t believe that $#%# cat shows up this many times on the blog, but can’t be bothered to show his face when I spend half a day looking for him. It’s true, God makes them cute to keep you from killing them.

  2. Hmmm. Sounds like someone’s having some anger management issues. Move on! Get on with your life!

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