Opened presents and turkey eaten as the day winds down.

I found myself spending a lot of today (in between napping and reading a new Bill Bryson book) thinking about Christmases past.  Not ones from recent years, though - Christmases going back to my childhood.  The kind of Christmases where I was given things like pencil crayons, drafting sets and detailed models of sports cars.   Good memories, in truth, and the seeds for many formative forces in my life.

This year, I’m happy to simply have spent this holiday in the company of good people and good dogs (my sister’s English Bulldog joined us for most of the afternoon).

Regardless of what faith you observe and whatever customs you practice today, I hope it’s been a wonderful day for everyone reading this.