"This isn't an ordinary treasure hunt, of course. No
buried treasure or, really, anything of value at the end
(Sometimes, I think I missed my calling in life when I passed on
being a motivational speaker ;). Not much more than the pride in
the knowledge that you figured it out and/or the passive-aggressive
loathing you'll feel as you obsess over how I'm not so clever as I
think, after all (although, hate me in moderation. You don't want
to forget to stick another pin in my effigy before you burn it).
This is quickly turning into a very dark post ;) Of course, I, like
most people I know who are around my age and have families of their
own, dread the holidays. I love the fact that my kids are having
fun, but the women (no offense, ladies...) in my family take this
whole shebang way too seriously and the long hard journey to the
day after the day after Christmas almost always includes at least
one emotional breakdown, semi-psychotic episode or in-fighting
about who did what better than whom and enlightening conversations
that begin with "can you believe what he/she ...blah, blah, blah."
I think if we all just got back to the commercialism that the
holidays are really all about, everything would be perfectly fine
and we'd all be happy again."