Christmas always has the potential of being epic, one way or the other.
I mean that, good or bad.
It can be that twisted, screwed up kind of day that gives all involved baggage to tote around for the rest of their lives.
Or, it can be the kind of day that reminds you what Christmas can be, like when you were a kid type of good.
And that was today.
I have a few requirements to make the holidays good.
Since I could not have the #1 requirements, being with my kids, my second requirement is that the whole family gets together.
Third on that list is that I get to cook breakfast for everyone.
The unspoken is that a touch too much bacon is available for cooking and sampling by all throughout the cooking, also, coffee is involved, but I figure we all know that one. Kind of a gimme, really.
I was also given the perfect gift today.
Its a travel mug from Starbucks that has a special feature for the caffeine addicted.
Free refills for the month of January. I shit you not.
Its like a meth lab handing out unlimited free samples.
Its like Krispy Kremes handing out.. ok, bad example.
I may not make it thru the month of January. My heart may not hold out.
As far as gifts go, its incredibly inciteful and somewhat brutal.
Christmas as an adult is much different than when you are a kid.
When you are a child, you are told what you will be doing on Christmas.
And there is nothing that you really have to do.
When you are an adult, you balance what you want to do with what you have to do.
And there are a lot of have to’s as an adult.
And the one thing you can’t ask Santa for is to take over your responsibilities.
He will not pay your rent or make a car payment.
He will not explain your internet browser history to your wife.
He will not not even pay for the gifts you put under the tree with his name on them.
Sounds a lot like old saint Nicky is getting a butt-load of free advertising from all of us.
But, to quote Janet Jackson… (Jeez, how desperate am I?)
What have you done for me lately?
Nope, growing up means that, except in rare occasions, nobody covers your shit but you.
So, by default, this ends up being the time of the year that we are all forced to untwist our big boy (Or girl) pants and get our shit in some semblance of together.
Which is good as a general rule.
Being a kid means that you believe in stuff that is not real.
Being an adult means you have to believe in stuff that is brutally real.
The secret to keeping your shit together and still be able to laugh.