Two more days and Santa will arrive. I hope you all were good and won't get any lumps of coal. I might get a few lumps myself. That overspending at the grocery store can get you in lots of trouble.
When I was a child, the Christmas Holidays were an extremely cherished two-week respite from that hell hole called public education. At least, I didn't get picked on too much despite being a strange little fellow. I had a reputation of cockpunching or kicking you in the balls if you pushed me too hard or slighted me. Yeah, I unabashedly played dirty pool.
Dad told me just to buy gifts for my nephew and three nieces and not for the whole family. I got them all some cool stuff I hope they will enjoy. I got them the kind of things I would want as a kid at Christmas. Grant is going to love the four "action packed" Star Wars figures I got him. Lily loves soccer so she got a new soccer ball. Olivia got two Barbies. Kathleen got Star Wars Legos.
Dad's mom and her sisters always gave us socks and underwear for Christmas which can depress a little 8-year-old kid. I still have emotional scars from childhood when one Christmas I got a knitted scarf.
image credit: http://www.kotaku.com.au/2012/12/how-to-instantly-own-the-worlds-coolest-star-wars-action-figure-collection/
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