'Tis the Season

Well it's been a while. Truthfully, I just haven't had anything to rant about lately. I guess working all the time is enough to wear the fuss right out of you. Ah hell, I'll give it a whirl. This damn hot weather is sucking the Christmas right out of me. It may also be age. I remember when this time of year held the wonder of Ralphie and his Red Ryder BB gun. Although I do enjoy watching my young daughters with their presents from Santa, it just ain't the same. I guess you can never really go back to that time when you stayed awake practically the whole night on Christmas eve, just waiting to see your presents. What about the excitement of seeing your Mom open that 2$ bottle of perfume or your Dad unwrap a screwdriver you bought at the hardware store. Even brothers and sisters seem to have some sentiment towards each other as they'd celebrate a holiday truce. It's funny. When you get married you judge your holidays against the ones you had as a kid and they just don't seem quite right. Not bad, just not quite there. Do all adults and parents feel like this? I reckon that's the big question, huh? Well, it's time to go fetch some batteries and assemble a 1,987 piece toy with Chinese instructions. I hope the ladies in the SUVs don't get heavy into the eggnog and plow Santa while jabbering on a cellphone.