Christmas Day Wild Card

Merry Christmas Hucksters!

I’ve survived another festival of Strange Norwegian Meat and am ready to bask in a day filled with family, food and maybe a present or two (I’ve been good, and all are reports to the contrary are flat out lies!).

As I write this I’m reminded of the Christmas morning a small boy prodded me awake. “Mommy!” he whispered. “Santa came! He came!” He eagerly dumped his stocking on my stomach. I blearily squinted at the clock. It was 3 a.m. “Alex,” I hissed. “Santa, hasn’t even reached Idaho yet. If you don’t get back to bed and go to sleep right now, he’s going to come take this stocking back!”

That little boy is 17, now. and STILL sleeping. I may have to wake him up!

Whether you’ve been naughty or nice, whether you believe or don’t believe, my Christmas wish for you is still the same… peace, goodwill, great food and maybe just a moment or two Christmas magic.