About ten minutes after we arrived he went into the bathroom and grabbed a can of shaving cream and sprayed it all over the bedroom door. My mother cleaned it up and insisted that it was no big deal. “It’s Christmas, it doesn’t matter.” All rules go right in the toilet at Christmas when my parents are with their grandchildren. The kids can do no wrong in their eyes. Even though they didn’t clean their plates at lunch they were still allowed to graze on cookies and fudge and washed it down with “Bug Juice.” I didn’t argue (much) my parents still rule the roost and hopefully someday I will have the opportunity to “get even” when my kids have kids.
A pile of gifts were opened, enough to fill the Tahoe. I think my father was even surprised at the amount of gifts my mother had purchased. But I wasn’t, my
mother loves Christmas and spends the majority of the year purchasing the
“perfect gifts”for her family. One interesting gift that my daughter received was a Barbie with designable hair. It was the first thing she wanted to play with when we got home. You log into the Barbie web site and there is an entire page devoted to “hair decorating.” When your design is ready you put a pre-packaged page with hair taped to it into your printer and press print. The hair comes out just as you designed. You can then clip it into your own hair or clip it into Barbie’s hair. What a unique concept.
I wonder how many kids with long hair actually try to feed their own hair into
printers. If you see a little girl on the street with a big bald spot you can assume she got a Barbie with designable hair!
One of my favorite gifts was a shirt that says: Be Careful! Or you will end up in my novel. I also loved my new four-slice toaster and waffle maker. My favorite gift to give
was a present for my sister: A red Solo cup with a ticket to a Toby Keith
inside. She was truly surprised and happy which makes giving a gift even more special.
And to think next week we will get to do it all over again with my in-laws on Christmas Eve and on Christmas day with the kids. Last year Christmas morning began at 3:30am when my son opened his Fender guitar. What in the hell were we thinking?!
I still have some Christmas shopping and baking left to do, does it ever end?!
Have a great Sunday passengers, the Book-Writing-Express Bus is gassed up and ready to roll, I even cleaned the bugs off the windshield. Maybe this week we will get a peek at the cover. I can’t wait to see it.