Most years, when you have kids in the family, there’s that one gift that someone gets that just becomes an instant, ridiculous hit with everyone. My nephews got a Wii this year, and I think the grownups were even more excited than the kids were. (My dad watched two seconds of gameplay and said, matter-of-factly, “We’re gonna have to have one of these.”) We passed those controllers around from morning until late into the night. I kept challenging my brother’s friend David to tennis matches, thinking I’d show him up (he was the superior player in the house) but only beat him once. I am grateful that there is no video evidence of my pursuit for the top spot. It got a little out of hand. I even snapped at my 14-year-old cousin when he trash talked me a little.
The next morning we all woke up with sore arms. What a world.
So that’s that, then. Christmas is over. I’ve still got a few scattered gift exchanges to do, but I’ve already gotten so many amazing things that I can’t even imagine getting more. My peoples take care of me, amazingly so. I’m stupid fortunate.