Reflections on Christmas Eve
Tonight we went to dinner at Smokey Bones. Something about the portico there makes Gillian want to play "Fairies Hiding from Orcs." She hid, we shuffled and snorted around and failed to find her. In the car going home, we sang "Jingle Bells," replacing all of the lyrics with the word "orc." Then Gillian said she wanted to make fairy cookies, so she could be an orc and eat them. I love my family. Love 'em.
I kept thinking about Christmas Eve last year. After dinner, rt_hon_rackman asked me, for the umpteenth time, if I was feeling labor-y, and I replied, "Actually, I am." At this time last year, I was walking around the neighborhood with my friend, looking at the lights, breathing through the contractions. Let me just tell you how glad I am that I'm not doing the same thing this year. So very, very glad.
Elliot is about to be one year old. Damn, that was fast.
rt_hon_rackman and I got to do the parental Santa thing tonight. There is something odd being on the far side of that sweet fantasy/outrageous lie. On the whole, I enjoy it. Childhood is made up of the real and the pretend intermixed, sometimes so much that the one seems like the other. Santa gives you presents, orcs chase you (if you are a fairy), you eat fairies (if you're an orc). It must be nice to swim in fiction like that.
And now, some holiday pictures of the kids, for those who are interested.
Merry Christmas.
I kept thinking about Christmas Eve last year. After dinner, rt_hon_rackman asked me, for the umpteenth time, if I was feeling labor-y, and I replied, "Actually, I am." At this time last year, I was walking around the neighborhood with my friend, looking at the lights, breathing through the contractions. Let me just tell you how glad I am that I'm not doing the same thing this year. So very, very glad.
Elliot is about to be one year old. Damn, that was fast.
rt_hon_rackman and I got to do the parental Santa thing tonight. There is something odd being on the far side of that sweet fantasy/outrageous lie. On the whole, I enjoy it. Childhood is made up of the real and the pretend intermixed, sometimes so much that the one seems like the other. Santa gives you presents, orcs chase you (if you are a fairy), you eat fairies (if you're an orc). It must be nice to swim in fiction like that.
And now, some holiday pictures of the kids, for those who are interested.
Merry Christmas.