It’s Christmas Day where I am. I didn’t get what I wanted. Eh, I know I bad-mouthed it a bunch and said I wasn’t interested, but I was kind of expecting an Apple Watch, silver with an additional watch band (I didn’t want the default white band). Oh well. And for financial reasons I couldn’t get anybody the things I wanted to get them. My son had plenty of presents from Santa and grandparents, so no problems there at least.
And the new year is coming up. I dunno, I’m thinking I should just quit writing altogether. There’s just no external interest, no momentum to take it to a professional level. But I’m not sure what else I’d do with my time — maybe the boredom would inspire me into something new. And who the heck knows what’s going to happen at the end of this upcoming year, I’m not even sure where I’ll be living — I don’t even want to think about it.
Supper was good, we had leftovers from last night. We eat the big meal on Christmas Eve for some reason. I’m not sure why there wasn’t any cranberry sauce tonight, there was plenty last night (although to be honest it needed to be served warmer). I skipped out on the homemade “buche de noel” tonight since it was only okay. I mean, my wife is without a doubt a culinary artist, but sometimes her baking doesn’t quite reach the perfection I expect.
It’s Christmas Day where I am. Christmas really is for the kids — to see that smile on his little face when he opens presents is the physical representation of pure delight. Although, his most excited outburst was when he thought his mom received a bike (it was actually HIS new bike). He’s too sweet, always thinking of others. He actually gave me a couple of the presents Santa gave to him.
We spent most of the day playing with his new games and toys (Battleship and Uno for example). We even went out on a bike-ride. I was so proud of him! He performed flawlessly on the bigger bike. Then we played some video-games on his new SNES Classic Console — the way he defeated Blanka on Street Fighter II was really impressive (he played as M. Bison), he’s really good at games. Speaking of which, he’s been playing Monopoly against his mom over the course of a few days and he’s doing amazingly well. I think he’s got all the business savvy that his mom and I lack. He just bought his first Monopoly hotel tonight (proud dad here!).
Oh, and supper tonight! As good as it was last night on Christmas Eve. Prime-rib, amazing homemade dinner rolls, herb roasted red-potatoes, and some freshly baked cookies for dessert! Man am I full. My wife’s heroes are Martha Stewart and Ina Garten — and it shows. She was in the kitchen for at least six hours yesterday, she really loves to cook and she says her secret ingredient is “love”.
Same Christmas, different perspectives. One is from the perspective of an ungrateful, pessimistic, self-centered jerk — and the other perspective is also mine, but it’s me with an improved outlook — one I’ve been working on, one that leads to smiles, happiness, and feelings of fulfillment and joy. The old perspective just makes me feel sad, empty, and alone. So why maintain it? Why NOT trade it for the better one? I’d be an idiot not to!
In this season, we often watch the stories of Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch — miserable scoundrels that thought only of themselves and their own discomfort. The narrative of my own life follows a similar storyline. What seemed so foolish, such as giving to others, makes a lot more sense to me now. Giving, in order to grow smiles in the faces of gift-receivers, sounds like a task worth doing. And as my hero Santa would say: “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”