is paved with good intentions. Seems like such an odd post for Christmas evening, but, there it is. I've had a wonderful day with the family...celebrated my nephews first Christmas, watched the gluttony of presents and food unfold...and watched my other nephews tear through their presents like they were tissue paper. They were all wrapped nicely. The stage was set, I had procured an EZ Bake Oven for my oldest nephew...it was what he REALLY, REALLY wanted. I thought I was being the cool uncle. I strive to be the cool uncle and get them gifts that they want. Not sweaters or clothes (yet)...no bars of soap or toiletries. Not obscure games they won't ever open. I want them to have gifts they want. So when my nephew decided he wanted the oven, Uncle Greg was there to oblige. I was so excited for him to open it. I wanted to see the look on his face...I wanted to see the happy. I psyched myself up for failure. It was like he was opening a pair of socks...he was so UN-enthusiastic about it. Ah well. I tried. After everyone else went to bed, I was up watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, and, in watching...I realized that Christmas is what you make it...and mine was fantastic. Even with the best of intentions, you could inadvertently end up in hell...if you allow that to happen. Happy Christmas everyone!
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