"I never thought it was such a bad little tree."

Merry Christmas.

If you haven't already seen it, I've posted this year's Christmas Card. Take a look and have a very very blessed holiday.

posted by Jeremy Bear 4:23 PM

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

In which we hear from Mom

I typically find stories that begin with "dude, you should've been there. We were so drunk, it was hilarious!" very tedious, so I'm not going to bother telling any. I'll instead mention that Carey's company Christmas party last night was very memorable and several of her work friends really are a lot of fun.

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Carey and I have received several Christmas cards thusfar and we've really enjoyed them all. Some of you lot are really getting creative, by the way. You know who you are.

And since Family Updates often go hand in hand with the spirit of the season, my mom decided to include one with her cards. I found it very thoughtful and touching and I hope she doesn't mind if I post it here for all to read.

Goodnight.

posted by Jeremy Bear 9:28 PM

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Monday, December 20, 2004

Christmas Rapping

In the good old days, see, Christmas shopping was easy: I was a kid with no money or transportation, so I'd cut out a square of construction paper and write on it:

To: Mom
From: Jeremy

This coupon is good for one (backrub/clean room/miscellaneous act of service performable by an 8-year-old). Merry Christmas!

I'd give her the coupon and that was that. Mom would make all the appropriate comments: "oh, honey, that's so sweet, thank you! Boy, this'll sure come in handy !" And, of course, that thing would be deposited promptly into the trash.

And why shouldn't it? What kind of horrible mother taps her 8-year-old on the shoulder while he's in the middle of playing with his G.I.Joes, hands him a coupon and tells him, "I'll take that backrub now"?

Although, I have to say, part of me is still waiting for Mom to show up on my doorstep one day with a briefcase full of mangled bits of construction paper, demanding I massage her shoulders, do the dishes, take out the trash and clean up her bedroom. (Rrr! Idiot! Why didn't I put an expiration date on those things?!)

But check. Me. Out: A week before Christmas and all my shopping is bought, wrapped, sent and stuffed in the appropriate stocking. I'm the original frenzied-Christmas-Eve-mall-shopper, but not this year, son. I have enough to worry about this year without fighting other irresponsible guys in the sock isle at Target at 11:30 PM on 12/24.

PS - I'd like to dedicate this particular post to whoever came up with the idea of the Amazon.com Wish List. From buying gifts to receiving gifts, you've made Christmas a much lovelier experience, dear friend. I wish you nothing but prosperity and joy this holiday season.

posted by Jeremy Bear 11:10 AM

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