You know what I am really getting to like around the holidays? Bedtime. That’s right that magical time of the night when kids toddle off and I get about 2 seconds to gather up my thoughts and assess my day.

Who thought of making the magic of Christmas about the kids anyway. We adults are the ones with the money. Instead of the Tickle Me Elmo craze, why don’t we hear about the Car Floor Mat Craze. Instead of having all the fake Santas in the mall, why not have Hooters girls making the rounds to all the local hardware stores. I want to see Dungeons and Dragons exhibition games held at the local municipal buildings. I want to see the lighting of a traditional cigar instead of a tree.

These kids today just think of me, me, me. I think they should think about dad, dad, dad.