Christmas started off with a bang this year as I watched my favorite NFL team get their asses handed to them by another team that most fans forget even exist, but thankfully that night I learned that I had won the championship in not one, but both fantasy football leagues I'm in. In my Seattle league I took on my old friend Joe, who I was certain was going to beat me, but thankfully his team decided to not play, and I reaped all the benefits. Still there's a pretty good payout for second place, so it wasn't a total loss for him. Now I get to celebrate the entire year reminded my fantasy football friends how much of a friggin god I am, which I'm sure they're eager to hear about over and over again.
Christmas Eve was spent with my wife's father's side, where we ate, drank, smoked cigars, and made merry. My little one was spoiled as one can imagine being the only baby on that side, and now I'm wondering how the hell I'm going to store all of the toys.
Christmas morning I sipped my coffee while the little one played with her new toys. She enjoyed watching the lights go bright and the noises that erupted from the electronics. Kenadie's still too young to understand the whole Christmas thing, but I smiled to myself with the knowledge that this holiday will get progressively more awesome with time.
We went out to eat some food with some family, and were treated to a nice meal at an exquisite restaurant, and to my surprise snow began to appear. Yes we had snow, in Dallas, the first white Christmas this area's seen in many years. It was beautiful as it made the flat, drab scenery of North Texas actually look pretty.
The family made the journey home safely, and we enjoyed some egg nog as we watched "A Christmas Story". As usual, I stopped caring about presents long ago, but this year I got to watch my baby start to enjoy her holiday loot, and the magic of Christmas started to come back for me. So this year became my favorite Yule celebration of all time, and I'm grateful just to be a part of this family.
"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!" - Charles Dickens