My dearly beloved was born on Christmas Day. I strongly suspect that has something to do with his general attitude about the Christmas season. Bah Humbug pretty much sums it up.
Last year we spent Christmas/his birthday with his children in Boston. We spent a wonderful week with his son, daughter, daughter-in-law and grandchildren. Aren't they all beautiful?
It was a very nice Christmas/birthday!
As long as I've known him, I've suspected that he secretly likes Christmas. He's just too manly to admit it.
We celebrate Christmas in the morning and his birthday in the afternoon. He's bound to feel cheated.
His mother told me that when he was a child they tried to celebrate his birthday in June so he'd have a seperate celebration. But when people asked how old he was, 5 1/2 just didn't cut it. So it went back to Christmas Day.
Maybe he was disappointed when he got old enough to realize all the decorations and celebrations weren't just for him?
So this post is for you, honey. It's not wrapped in Christmas paper and not a single jingle bell on it.
Just wishing you a Happy Birthday. You da man!
Love you,
Me
Saturday, December 24, 2005
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