Saturday, January 1st, 2011 at 7:35:00
If You Believe in Astrology, You’re Behaving Like a Child.
Christmas has come and gone, and with it another orgy of shredded wrapping paper and gravy-fueled gluttony. I count myself as a big fan of winter’s big show, and did my part to outfit my kids with an embarrassing smorgasbord of plastic playthings. From AT-ATs to goalie pads, those boys made out like bandits.
Of course, my wife and I didn’t take most of the credit for the presents — those kudos went to a fictional break-and-enter specialist from the north pole, aka Mr. Kristopher Kringle. As in millions of other homes around the globe, we helped sell the myth to our boys by leaving cookies as an offering to Santa. Once they were in bed, all that was needed was for Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, to settle right in for a short winter’s snack. (Tip: don’t eat the whole cookie – you have to leave a piece with a bite mark clearly visible)