So another Christmas has come and gone.
A few things I observed this time around…
Never, ever go to Wal-Mart two days before Christmas. I learned the hard way. Besides having to dodge other cars, park way out, rent a Sherpa to reach the front door and then deal with shoppers on their Sunday stroll, I also quickly discovered that every single toy aisle is clogged and congested. Which is a nightmare when you’re claustrophobic like I am…
…That picture up above? Yes, it’s me sitting there cutting through 657 plastic cords holding in my nephew’s car toy in that box. It’s a toy, not Steve Jobs’ personal notes on the Iphone 6. …
…I anxiously look forward to my mom’s pigs-n-a blanket she makes every year for our family get togethers. This year she made six dozen. By the end of the night, they’d pretty much been devoured by everyone on my stepdad’s side of the family. If there’s such a thing as culinary scoreboarding, I give you example A (and yes, in case you read this mom, I know you weren’t intentionally meaning to do this, but it just naturally happens. This is outta your control). …
…The most special present I got? Hands down, some artwork from my nephew…
…My favorite Christmas music? This one’s easy. His Christmas CD is one of my all-time favs…
…Best Christmas sports story: So the Oklahoma City Thunder open up against Orlando at home on Christmas Day. At halftime, they bring some families of troops out to the court. Up on the jumbotron, they get to see their husbands/daddies wishing them a Merry Christmas from overseas. Well, the PA announcer says the team mascot then wants to get a group picture together, and yes… Out walks those actual troops to surprise their families.
Awesome. 
