posted on Dec, 26 2007 @ 02:21 PM
So...
We went to a couple different friends homes Christmas Eve.
I don't think I've ever eaten so much appetizer type of things.
My son was in his glory!
All of the friends had children his age.
We ended up at my loser Brother in Laws house last.
I hate to admit it, but it was pretty cool.
We had an LCW night. (Lombozo Championship Wrestling)
I had 6 kids all wrestling with me at the same time. Smiles, tickles, giggles, belly laughs.... lifetime memories.
By the way. The Lomozo man is the CHAMP! YEAH! I beat all thos kids under the age of 6.
Yeah Baby, Yeah Baby, Who's the Champion, yeah me, yeah me, oh yeah!
So we get home, and put out our reindeer food. Set up the cookies, carrots, and don't forget the glass of milk.
I tell a couple of stories, read The Night Before Christmas several times.
I put in It's A Wonderful Life, and he zonks out halfway into it.
I bring him up, tuck him in, and kiss him on the forehead.
Now it's time to put stuff together.
Doesn't ANYTHING come together anymore? Even a little bit?
So I get everything together.
Holy moly! It's 4:23 am! Oh c'mon..........
So I sit down, and literally in less than 20 minutes, I hear footsteps upstairs.
Ugggghhh! I forgot to take care of the cookies, and carrots and stuff.
OH NO! Footsteps on the stairs!
I move as quick as i can to the plate. I guzzle the milk, throw the carrots in the trash bin, and stuff the cookies in my mouth. I look like a
Frankenstein version of a chipmunk with the cookies filling my cheeks...
"Daddy! Did Santa Come?"
My mouth is so full I can barely talk.....
"Mmmmppph. He shr dd lttl dud.
"YAY!"
""Mmmmmph.......Yy"
"He ate the cookies!"
"Mmmmmph, mmm hmm......"
So he goes into the family room, and it looks like Santa got pissed and decided to leave everything he had in my house and go home.
I'm so tired.
I think I've played with at least a million new things. I learned magic tricks - yes, he's into Criss Angel, and I had to learn how to do the tricks
from his new magic set.
I've been shot a couple million times by his new Nerf Gun.
I could've built the WTC 4 times over with the Lego projects.
I now hate Play Dough.
Lincoln Logs...... Now I know why Booth did what he did.
The freakin' [pirate set with about a billion tiny little pieces, half of which I'm waiting for the dog to pass through his system
"Daddy! Santa came! Was I a good boy?"
"You bet little Dude."
Allright, allright........ Twas a pretty good day..................