As is the recent custom in my family, there was no exchanging of gifts Christmas Day. No presents unwrapped, no “that’s what I’ve always needed” claims because we figure if we need it, we can get it ourselves.
Christmas is a time for us — and this year, it was just four of us boys, since big sister opted not to come down for the day — sitting, eating, talking, but mostly eating and talking.
Christmas was always Mom’s big holiday. She loved putting up the tree and the decorations and breaking out the handful of Nativity scenes.
The four of us five boys were together at Thanksgiving, so there wasn’t a whole lot of new ground to cover. Our lone complaint was, while AMC was showing John Wayne movies, it wasn’t exactly his best stuff. And of course, there was no football to found on television, either. I guess you can’t ask for everything.