All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth, but they are long gone dentist rubbish. So… maybe better is that this Christmas I will see my children and their spouses, families and friends gather around my dinner table. That would make a lovely Christmas.
Then there are all those glitzy, motorized, computerized, better than ever ‘things! Whoopee, but no thanks. Not any more. I have managed to survive long enough to realize there is nothing better than the gift I so callously threw over my uncaring, insensitive shoulders when I was a wee sprite… that pair of socks from Grandma.
Yes, a nice pair of socks. Perhaps even Argyle. Decidedly “old fashioned,” as I now comfortably remain. Like my politics, conservative. Yes, I do not yearn for a “Brave New World.”
Just let me sit by my wood burning stove, sip my hot coffee (with fake powder cream as my aged body no longer tolerates dairy), and quietly and unfashionably listen to my friend Rush on the a.m. radio.
And to all those I love… the best of the Holiday’s. Especially to my dear liberal son-in-law. After all, you won my favorite oldest daughter’s heart, so I guess you are a pretty good fellow.