magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I was thinking about "the meaning of Christmas" the other day as I walked home from the corner store with a six-pack of beer. I certainly have no real religious attachment to the holiday, and the gifting part of it has trailed off to nearly nothing over the last few years. 'It's about the decorations,' I thought, I've always liked glittery, twinkly, sparkly, shiny things. 'And about seeing family. Sharing a few meals. Drinking a few drinks.'

And of course, waffles. And Pounce. Although I couldn't convince Aaron to play. 'Come on,' I tried, 'it's in your blood. It's the Kellogg family game.'