‘Tis certainly the season. Once again the warm and cozy Tucson has been exchanged for the frigid north. The family coalesced, the wine opened, the fire lit, and the presents wrapped and unwrapped.
Now in the aftermath of Christmas, the kids run from toy to toy alternatively filling the house with electronic sounds announcing success, failure, and upbeat encouragement, and flying marshmallows launched from Mythbuster Marshmallow guns. Yes, Santa was generous this year, and even kind. My prize gift this year is a Star Trek bottle opener (found at Think Geek.) I was tempted to leave a trail of open unempty beer bottles still in their six-pack boxes that night, but alas even Kirk would have frowned at the alcohol abuse.
And now as I sit fireside tickling my keyboard, my wife is stuffing the kids into mittens and puffy coats while trying to convince me to give up my cozy chair to go ice skating. Hmmmm.