Lately I have become a bit too cynical about Christmas. Or, rather, the Holiday Season. After all, it's not Christmas itself that bothers me. It's all the hype that surrounds Christmas -- the commercialism, the stress, the gimme-gimme attitudes, the bitching from the Left, the whining from the Right... And then there's that whole Jesus thing. The poor Kid isn't even in most peoples' Top 10 Reasons for the Season any more.
Enter a baby's first Christmas. If there's anything that can make Christmas fun, this is it. My 8-month-old niece didn't have a clue what all the fuss was about, but boy did she love it! Granted, babies don't solve most of the Holiday Season's problems, but they are great at bringing a family together to have one heckuva nice day. There are a couple downsides of having babies at Christmas: you spend a whole lot of money on 'em, and they couldn't care less because they just want to play with the bows and wrapping paper; and they get all the cool stuff, reminding you that yes, you really are an adult now.
It was Daisy's first Christmas, too. A baby AND a puppy, both sharing their first Christmas. Folks, it doesn't get much cooler than that.
I got everything I wanted -- and more than I needed -- for Christmas. Thanks everybody! The Unexpected Gift of the Year came from my parents. My brother-in-law and I both got a shiny new shop vac with detachable leaf blower. Three horses of raw sucking power! ::cue Tim Allen-style grunts:: I may pull 'er out this afternoon to blow the leaves out of my gutters. That will be WAAAY easier than plucking 'em out by hand.
I suppose I should go start on my chores. The Missus and I need to get the house cleaned up before we head off to ABQ tomorrow morning. There are few things more annoying than coming home to a dirty house after a trip.
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