New X-mas Majesty
Scene: Grandma and Grandpa Pytlik's house, Christmas Eve 1990.
We've finished dinner, the traditional Feast of Seven Fishes, and we've finished opening gifts, and so now it's time to suit up to go home, and go to bed, and relish the big sleep before waking up in the morning to a mountain of gifts spread out all over the living room floor.
I'm putting my sleeves through my coat's arms, my mittens dangling from their little hooks that kept them in check. I'm like five. Uncle Frank says to me, "Did you hear what their saying on the radio, Andrew?"
"Hmm?"
"They're saying they saw something in the sky above Cleveland. Something that looks like it could be a sleigh. Possibly Santa would be the pilot of that sleigh."
Later on, the next morning, before opening gifts, Matt and I discover that Santa went so far as to clean up the toys lying all over the floor. So now, for at least a few more years, I know Santa exists, because there was tangible proof.
And with that kind of proof, there's security, and comfort, and happiness, and it's awesome being a kid.
Last night was the second ever New X-mas Eve, and by the time we passed out around 4:00AM, we'd completely imbibed that feeling. Kids again, but with alcohol.
That's the beauty of New X-mas.
We've finished dinner, the traditional Feast of Seven Fishes, and we've finished opening gifts, and so now it's time to suit up to go home, and go to bed, and relish the big sleep before waking up in the morning to a mountain of gifts spread out all over the living room floor.
I'm putting my sleeves through my coat's arms, my mittens dangling from their little hooks that kept them in check. I'm like five. Uncle Frank says to me, "Did you hear what their saying on the radio, Andrew?"
"Hmm?"
"They're saying they saw something in the sky above Cleveland. Something that looks like it could be a sleigh. Possibly Santa would be the pilot of that sleigh."
Later on, the next morning, before opening gifts, Matt and I discover that Santa went so far as to clean up the toys lying all over the floor. So now, for at least a few more years, I know Santa exists, because there was tangible proof.
And with that kind of proof, there's security, and comfort, and happiness, and it's awesome being a kid.
Last night was the second ever New X-mas Eve, and by the time we passed out around 4:00AM, we'd completely imbibed that feeling. Kids again, but with alcohol.
That's the beauty of New X-mas.