My daughter’s time has arrived. She finally gets the true meaning of Christmas. She’s in the spirit. No, I’m not talking about the religious stuff. I’m talking holiday decorations. For a couple of years now she has been into the little ceramic village that decorates her room. That’s cool, but that is her and her mother’s deal.
It happened the other night. We were out in the driveway installing the fresh Christmas tree on to its base. She glanced over the cul-de-sac taking in the sights and sizing up the light displays that have already gone up. Then she says to me, “this year we need to beat the neighbors.” Awesome. Game on. It’s good to be the dad. Oh yeah, and I promise we’ll talk about little infant baby Jesus (eight pounds, seven ounces) while we work on lighting up the house this weekend. It’s Christmas for heaven’s sake.
– steve