"oh, there's no place like home for the holidays"
"this year's love"
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Do you remember the TV show Dinosaurs? Animatronic critters lumbering about a set with good voice acting and a concept that doomed it to only one season of mediocre success? I didn’t think so.
Anyway, one of the running gags was that the baby of the family was quite at odds with the father, much to said sire’s dismay, and suffered from an Oedipus complex of massive proportions. One segment showed Papa bringing home a large, lavish present for his son, who promptly opens it up, clasps the ribbons and bows of the wrapping in his hands and exclaims “Ribbon! Mama got me ribbon!”
Well, our ceremonial opening of presents wasn’t like that at all.
Technically, it’s already Christmas morning here (the time being 12:32 CST) and we’ve already torn into our available presents with holiday glee. My share of the loot currently stands at:
So far, so good. And to think I’ve got umpteen packages waiting at home for me and at least five other relatives’ houses worth of presents to claim!
Merry Christmas, everybody!