Christmas - Half Good is Pretty Good
On Christmas eve, my daughter Maeve surmised that Santa would still make a stop at our house even though she has, in her opinion, only been "half good."
"Half good is pretty good," she said optimistically.
She was a better girl than she thought.
Charlie commits high treason when putting on a New York Rangers hockey shirt in a New Jersey Devils household. My own son. A turncoat. My own flesh and blood. A Rangers fan. A gift, of course, from his New York born and raised uncle. That son of a bitch. My Devils never stood a chance. Rangers are blue and Charlie believes they are some sort of Power Rangers affiliate.
And Ben? Well, Ben ate soap.
After Christmas Eve dinner, we took a short walk into town and checked out the Nativity scene at a nearby church. Yep, that's a real camel, wondering how the hell he ended up in Southeastern Pennsylvania. Though he doesn't look like he's all that worked up over it.
Daddy was a cookie monster, merrily stuffing my belly with my wife's amazing desserts.
Our family had a wonderful Christmas. Charlie's blood sugar trended low over the weekend (few 50s and 60s), but he was good about telling us before it became a problem.
Happy New Year to you all.