How come no one starts a diet during the holidays?
I think it's safe to say that beginning at Thanksgiving there are land mines ahead.
That's a lot of land mines. And there's more.
My sister bakes these yummy cookies with Hershey Kisses in the middle of them. That's trouble right there. I've been known to eat way too many of them. Even been known to put some in my pockets as I'm leaving. Plus don't forget office parties that have lots to eat and drink. I think that's why there are Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig ads all over the tube right after the first.
This is the time of year for reflection, well reflect on this. I've written about this before but I'm always amazed when I think it's 2018 because when I was in high school the year 2000 seemed so far off that you almost had to squint just to see it. Guess what? It's so far behind us now that you almost have to squint to see it.
This is also the time of year that we get to wear our sweaters and winter clothes the handful of times we get to. A little Florida secret, what is cold down here would be balmy up north. People here complain about the cold. I used to live in Chicago and I always think the same thing, "You guys don't know what cold is."
Christmas is different now that my twins are fifteen. When they were younger gifts were Thomas the Train sets and Sponge Bob stuff. Now? Video games and more importantly money.
Let's talk about another gift for fifteen year olds. They just got their driving permits so every time I head to the car I hear, "I'll drive, Dad." This is a great gift, the gift of driving. I have a question for all the parents out there, "How wide do your eyes get when you're teaching your kids how to drive and have you ever stifled a scream when they do?"
One of my sons hasn't learned yet to ease into the brakes so we kinda stop abruptly. While we're at it let's talk about a right turn on red. He knows it's legal what he didn't know was you have to stop at a red light before you make your turn. I learned the hard way that he hadn't yet grasped that concept.
That's where stifling a scream comes in.
My daughter was asked again to sing at her office holiday soiree. They told her to choose a few songs and one of the ones she picked was O Holy Night. She had me listen to Martina McBride's version (which is great) and as the song got going I found myself in my bedroom, on my bed, alone, singing along at the top of my lungs. It dawned on me I've heard that song my whole life.
"Fall on your knees. O hear the angels' voices."
You know how this ends.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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