It’s Christmastime again and the cold weather has us cocooning so far this week. Boxing Day will find the ladies out in the crowds but the men will PVR the WJ game and watch it before going online. Today, its about presents and my Grandpa’s pancakes and Jo-Anne’s amazing turkey dinner (the REAL reason I married her) and calls from and to Medicine Hat and maybe Texas if we can find the phone number.
Our family is changing so quickly these days I find it difficult to keep track of things. My son is working toward Vancouver Film School with some upgrading, art classes and throwing money in the bank, and he’s also found the time to make some pretty cool games. I have no idea where he’s heading, but the young man brings a lot of passion to his work and I hope he follows his dream. He’s a funny kid, I still think he could have done well in radio (the old man’s profession) but that’s not his dream. I always encouraged my kids to pursue the things they loved with passion, and he’s done exactly that and I’m proud of him. I can still hear my Father’s voice saying “what’s his backup plan?” and that’s something Dad is working on these days. I think I’m driving him crazy.
My daughter threw me for a loop this year, moving from what we all call ‘classic rock’ to the song stylings of Harry Somebody and his band One Direction. She keeps apologizing, and I keep telling her it’s the most normal thing she’s ever done and I’m happy she’s no longer staring at a 1962 photo of Mick and Keith all day. So, next summer, instead of driving out to Renton, Washington to say hello to the memory of Jimi Hendrix, my little girl will be flying to Seattle to see Harry What’s his name (who is apparently dating Taylor Swift from what I’m hearing from Chelsea–she’s not a fan, doesn’t think she’s a fit for Harold) and One Direction. Thank God. I never had a sister, so am having a bit of a time adjusting to her growing up on me. When my daughter is informing me about how things are in the world, I still see the little 4-year old on tippy-toes trying to get a better look at her birthday cake. THAT drives her crazy, I’m going to have to do a better job of camouflaging things from here on out.
Jo-Anne and I have spent the year working on the usual day to day items–its funny how quickly time slips when you are busy–but we can see a day when we have the house to ourselves. I don’t think either of us are looking forward to it, but she’s good company and easy on the eyes so I’m getting the better end of the deal. Either way, we have the munchkins for at least a year more and that’s fine all around. They’re pretty much grown up, but they’re still my kids, you know?
It’s about 20 after now, and I’m rambling. Sorry about that. These Christmas morning greetings are usually a lot shorter. I think the problem is I don’t have any work benches to put together, no train sets to assemble, no kitchen to set up. The dog is upstairs sleeping, so is Mom. I’m going to have to make some kind of noise to get this party started.
I’ll leave you with the immortal words of One Direction, and suggest we all enjoy the “Little Things” about this special day. Family, being good to each other, that thing in turkey that will allow me to sleep through all the basketball today, and the Irish who invented the stuff you put into coffee to make it perfect.
God bless, Merry Christmas. All the best.