…And, dang, the toys are light years ahead of the ones that were around when I was a kid.
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…for pretty much the rest of the year. Between Christmas activities and running around, it seems least SAN-destroying. And, with any luck, nothing will happen that will require me to change that policy.
If I snapped at anybody yesterday, it was probably because I was putting toys together for two small children, one of which has just really gotten what this Christmas thing is all about – and who has apparently developed a sudden phobia of talking dolls, although that may have been the homemade chocolate chip cookies talking. Now I understand why I associate certain cuss words with Christmas; my father apparently liked to save the worst ones for special occasions.
You know: get the tree assembled, go buy the wreath, have the kids melt down, go out shopping and hide in the basement level of the slightly pretentious pub in the highly pretentious arts-and-crafts retail center*. Christmas is in two weeks, after all: gotta get some of this stuff done**. Quite a bit left to do, in fact.
*Because, slightly pretentious or no, the beer was both local and tasty.
**Yes. You should go do some shopping.
A quick survey of priorities:
I think that, all things considered, I prefer the first approach.
*To somewhat purify the Onion’s point.
Crossposted to RedState.