Yet another Christmas has come and gone. I will always remember the Christmases of the younger years when Santa brought Nintendo 64 and a toy castle. True story that I once refused to use the bathroom and held it all through the night because I didn’t want to scare off Santa. Even though the magic has faded a bit, 2013 still had its own joyous bag of memories.
Waking up at 5 AM for work the three days before Christmas really threw off the whole “let’s wake up early and open gifts” thing on Christmas morning. Someone else, however, was very excited and couldn’t wait to get downstairs and see what Santa brought to 9 Norfolk Avenue.
Even at 20 years old I am still happy that my presents are labeled like this. Makes me still feel like a kid even if it is just for one day. They don’t even try changing the handwriting anymore, but its really the thought that counts.
The Bagarella living room on Christmas morning.
Sometimes I’m really such a loser. I’m sorry.
Dad came through in the clutch though with one of this year’s best gifts. A print of John F. Kennedy eating ice cream and just being a boss off the shores of Hyannis in the Cape.
The rest of the day was spent with family and friends over a delicious meal of roast beef and mashed potatoes. With everyone growing up and going off in their own separate directions, its always nice to get the whole family together even if it is just once a year. Merry Christmas.