1990s: The long, arduous wait to open gifts at the stroke of midnight. Being forced to get some shuteye at 9 PM. Woken up with a whispered, “Merry Christmas, baby!” Picking out new clothes. Sitting on the floor, excitedly tearing away gift wrappers from presents. 2-week vacations. Ampaos, lots of it. The whole family kneeling down in prayer. Christmas parties at school. Neatly arranging presents. A Barbie doll from Italy. Family.
2000: Gabber-Gab. Fussing over presents to give. Cheesy the Dog. 13th month payout. Innumerable parties. The Mayan calendar. Godchildren you never knew you had. Endless lists. Savoring what’s left on your Christmas break. Oatmeal cookies. A legit excuse to get drunk. Picture frames. Wishing for your loved ones’ safety and health. Family.
Be kids and let kids be kids. It’s the most wonderful feeling this yuletide season.
Oh, and one more thing: Easy on the booze, bud.
Happy Christmas, folks!