Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — Christmas Eve is less than a week away. Christmas Eve, that’s when I give my wife, Kathie, her present.
Here’s something you won’t be hearing around the Valley household that day ... or ever: “He went to Jared’s.”
Why should I? There’s no need to. Not when I can buy her a beautiful diamond studded key-chain at Kwik-Fil for under five bucks. Well, I’m not sure if they’re real diamonds, but they’re pretty cool. Real shiny! (Not to mention, it has “Keep on Truckin’!” on the flip side.)
I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she opens it.
Yeah, I know, I say the same thing every Christmas. So, relax. I’m only kidding. I already got her one.
Our three kids and their families usually join us for an afternoon holiday get-together on that day (Christmas Eve). We have a brunch and exchange gifts so that they can return to their respective homes for Christmas Eve night.
After they leave, my wife suffers a smidgen of seasonal melancholy. She’s sad because “the kids and grandkids are growing up so fast.”
Me? I’m sad, too.
I’m sad because with wrapping paper and cookie crumbs all over the house, it usually take three hours to clean up the place. I can hardly hear the TV, with my wife clanking dishes and running the vacuum cleaner that long.
(Oh, back off! It’s just another joke. She can usually get it done in an hour — or two.)
Every Christmas Eve night, I sit and watch a “Christmas Carol” with Alistair Sim. Well, I don’t actually “sit” with Sim, I meant he’s in the movie. I have the DVD, which includes the original black-and-white version and a colorized one as well.