There's a big frost this morning. The sky is blue and the low temperature overnight was in the teens. My wife is baking a ham and a turkey for a get-together and the house smells the better for it. Several deer have wandered by in the woods, trying to find something to nibble on. We haven't been seeing a lot of deer the last few months because the creek had dried up. Now, however, the creek has water and the critters are around once more. The thing is, they're always around, but you don't see them. The creek is full of water from melted snow and the water is certainly cold. I remember as a kid, we would drink water from the creeks and not think about it. Now there seems to be a national paranoia about drinking water purity. True, there are bacteria that one cannot see but I find it to be deplorable that we have become a generation of people dependent on bottled and canned goods. Here in the USA we have largely forgotten skills like canning vegetables, making preserves and curing meat and hides.
I try to get at least one plot going during the Christmas season. Some sneaky thing involving a gift or surprise for my wife. One year I kept casually mentioning a gift from Cabella's mail order service. She had told me plainly not to buy her this gift. Every few days I would jokingly refer to the gift, I hoped she'd like it. Of course it got irritating for her to listen to. Finally on Christmas Eve while I was at work, UPS pulls up and hands her a package from Cabella's. She called me up at work and called me some names, which was unusual for her.
One Christmas we didn't put names on any of the gifts, just a number. My wife had a master list that told her what number went to what person. This was in response to some snooping that had went on the previous year.
Another year I wrote a poem on the wrapping paper of each gift I gave. They were just silly, and hopefully funny, little jingles.
My wife can become a bit diabolical at Christmas. One year she had bought someone a ladder and couldn't wrap it so she put it in the basement. Under the tree was a package that only had a note inside. The note sent the person on a scavenger hunt around the house; under the bed, in the closet etc. It was fun.
One year she made ornaments for the tree which were really gifts, in wrapping paper. Stuff like belts or socks, small things. It was a nice, homemade kind of touch. One year she made plates of home-made cookies for people. Peanut butter, chocolate with rice crispies, fudge etc. They were very popular.
One Christmas, during the Star Wars craze, we bought the kids an R2-D2 robot that was remote controlled. Late that night the robot started moving and making noises on its own. We were all in bed and it freaked us out. As it turned out, a little kid across the street had a remote control car that used the same frequency.
There are a few gifts over the years that have been in poor taste. I can not mention them here because this is a "G" rated blog. They were certainly funny at the time.
I've certainly worked my share of Christmas holidays over the years. Some were double shifts and I just had to blow it off and rationalize it. When I get a holiday off I really appreciate it. I've always tried to put my family first but unfortunately we have to make a living. At my age I'm rapidly nearing the point where I won't work any holidays, one way or another.
I have received an I-Tunes gift card for an early Christmas present. This is very cool because there are a few games I've been wanting to try which I was too cheap to buy. For example, the new game called Infinity Blade, which is a whopping $5.99 and is supposed to have a whole new level of graphics. Then there's Real Racing 2, which is a gut-wrenching $9.99.
Really and truly, isn't that the perfect gift? When someone gets you something you'd like to buy for yourself but you won't do it?
Well, I guess I'll go. Every year I get up in the middle of the night and leave a present under the tree; to my wife from Santa. So I'm going to go and wrap this gift for her and hide it away somewhere. (Not really, but when she reads this she'll tear the house apart looking for it).
Goodnight! CE Wills.
I try to get at least one plot going during the Christmas season. Some sneaky thing involving a gift or surprise for my wife. One year I kept casually mentioning a gift from Cabella's mail order service. She had told me plainly not to buy her this gift. Every few days I would jokingly refer to the gift, I hoped she'd like it. Of course it got irritating for her to listen to. Finally on Christmas Eve while I was at work, UPS pulls up and hands her a package from Cabella's. She called me up at work and called me some names, which was unusual for her.
One Christmas we didn't put names on any of the gifts, just a number. My wife had a master list that told her what number went to what person. This was in response to some snooping that had went on the previous year.
Another year I wrote a poem on the wrapping paper of each gift I gave. They were just silly, and hopefully funny, little jingles.
My wife can become a bit diabolical at Christmas. One year she had bought someone a ladder and couldn't wrap it so she put it in the basement. Under the tree was a package that only had a note inside. The note sent the person on a scavenger hunt around the house; under the bed, in the closet etc. It was fun.
One year she made ornaments for the tree which were really gifts, in wrapping paper. Stuff like belts or socks, small things. It was a nice, homemade kind of touch. One year she made plates of home-made cookies for people. Peanut butter, chocolate with rice crispies, fudge etc. They were very popular.
One Christmas, during the Star Wars craze, we bought the kids an R2-D2 robot that was remote controlled. Late that night the robot started moving and making noises on its own. We were all in bed and it freaked us out. As it turned out, a little kid across the street had a remote control car that used the same frequency.
There are a few gifts over the years that have been in poor taste. I can not mention them here because this is a "G" rated blog. They were certainly funny at the time.
I've certainly worked my share of Christmas holidays over the years. Some were double shifts and I just had to blow it off and rationalize it. When I get a holiday off I really appreciate it. I've always tried to put my family first but unfortunately we have to make a living. At my age I'm rapidly nearing the point where I won't work any holidays, one way or another.
I have received an I-Tunes gift card for an early Christmas present. This is very cool because there are a few games I've been wanting to try which I was too cheap to buy. For example, the new game called Infinity Blade, which is a whopping $5.99 and is supposed to have a whole new level of graphics. Then there's Real Racing 2, which is a gut-wrenching $9.99.
Really and truly, isn't that the perfect gift? When someone gets you something you'd like to buy for yourself but you won't do it?
Well, I guess I'll go. Every year I get up in the middle of the night and leave a present under the tree; to my wife from Santa. So I'm going to go and wrap this gift for her and hide it away somewhere. (Not really, but when she reads this she'll tear the house apart looking for it).
Goodnight! CE Wills.
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