I hope everyone has a pleasant and relaxing evening tonight, whether spending it with family or alone, whether celebrating Christmas or not. I hope you have some warm food, some warm blankets, and a good night’s sleep before a pleasant day tomorrow.
And, well, this is the song that I listened to every year before I played Santa at the children’s Christmas party at work.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and All Of That Sort Of Thing.
I just came back from Christmas lunch.
My parents are overseas this year, and my Aunt and Uncle are down in Christchurch so I’m on my own this year. I decided to have lunch at a french restaurant near my home.Report
I have finished assembly of a riding toy for my son. It required a hammer, which was unexpected. My wife and I exchanged gifts and I am now on my third Four Roses small batch, a fine bourbon for a chilly Christmas Eve. I have been told that driving to KFC is strictly forbidden.
I will call it a night after the next round of A Christmas Story ends. Merry Christmas to all.Report
I have decided that henceforth, I will be the eccentric father/grandfather who gives odd little home-built robots for Christmas. Or new software loads to make previous years’ robots smarter. When I announced this on Facebook — which neither my children nor grandchildren use — a surprising number of my friends and family asked, “What do we have to do to get the same arrangement?”Report
You just came up with a billion-dollar idea.
Monetize it.Report
I believe it was Edison who said, “The reason so few answer when opportunity knocks is that she’s usually wearing coveralls and looks like an awful lot of work.”Report