Not being as devoted of a religious man as my mother would like me to be and not having crossed the threshold of a worship house since last holiday seasons. I felt a small pang of guilt when I beseeched the divine spirits for protection. That all being said, I prayed a hart felt prayer, "Jesus, please don't let me fall off this ladder."
Dangling 12 feet or so above my doorway, stretched outward from a groaning aluminum ladder, I timidly strung Christmas lights a few weeks ago. My son the assistant, was acting more like a personal trainer in telling me how I was doing it wrong and how close I was coming to falling off the ladder. My wife has lost her stomach to watch this spectacle and leaves me to my own demise.
But hey I'm a pro at this and I know at the end of the day there is a cold beer waiting for me. You should have seen me balance on the top of that ladder like a Olympic level gymnasts on the balancing beam and to everyone's delight (especially mine), the job was done with no mishaps. These are the kind of activities that I enjoy most with my family. I handle the outside decorations and my wife does the inside. My son and I select the tree and my wife decorates the tree. We make a pretty good team although somehow the guys end up with mostly manual labor and very little decorating, mmmm.
Last year around this time I wrote an article about killing Santa Claus. I talked about how we had decided to let our son know the truth about Christmas. Man oh man, do I miss the good old simple days of having our son write everything in a letter to Santa. Gone are the excuses that the letter was lost on its way to the North Pole or that somehow Santa must have misplaced it and took his best guess at giving you what you asked for. Santa was my best scapegoat ever and I miss him so very very much.
Want to know what's recession proof? Kids and those dang Christmas lists. And now that Santa is out of the picture, the big box stores have digitized them and made it easy for kids to go online, generate and a wish list, and email it to good old dad. Oh well, what are you going to do? Here's wishing you a Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, happy Quanza, merry Yule, or whatever you choose to celebrate doing the holiday seasons.