holiday's

Well... it's that time of year again, and I should probably write about Christmas, the Holidays, and family. But the fact of the matter is that I'm just not in the mood. You may call me a Scrooge, and to that I say bah humbug. You don't know what it's like being me!

I work all day at a desk while my hands slowly turn into gnarled, arthritic, useless appendages. Meanwhile, my waistline is morphing from chiseled stone to mashed potatoes.

On average, my commute takes an hour and a half, during which I may be coughed on by sickos and accused of being in the KKK, or waiting patiently for the bus to come in -10 degree weather.

My three year old is ruining my fun! This was going to be the first year to really gauge how our oldest daughter really handled the second reason for Easter… the Easter Bunny and eggs. Much to my dismay, when asked about the Easter Bunny, she emphatically explained that he (or she) was a fake.

Later, my wife also dropped a tidbit that I don't know how got lost in conversation over the past 4 months. Apparently when asked if she was excited about Santa bringing her presents at Christmas, once again we were corrected. Our daughter explained to my wife that mommy and daddy left those presents under the tree.

I don't know whether to be appalled or proud. I guess she can be the kid at school who ruins it for the rest by revealing the secrets behind Santa and the Easter Bunny. But in the process it also ruins the fun that my wife and I could have as we lie to our child! After all, I heard good parenting is based on lies.