I forgot to mention that it was, as always, The Best Christmas Ever. I really, really like Christmas.
Sometimes, because I’m generally a nut, people awkwardly pause, formulate the question so as to not offend me, and ask me if I celebrate Christmas. Gentle reader, rest assured I celebrate Christmas. (I hate to think I’m giving off the vibe that I’m a Christmas-hater)
I don’t really do the Santa Claus thing though, maybe that’s why people get the wrong idea. My main reason for this is that I’m going to have to tell my kids “heroin is bad for you” and I don’t want old lies lurking in the back of their skulls. Also, deep down, I think that Santa Claus is made up to include, and be non-offensive to foreigners and commie-freaks. “Look, you’re in America. It’s a Christian nation, get with the program.”
So Baby sees the Mall Santa and calls him “Christmas Tree Man”. Pretty funny. It’s not that we’re hiding the Santa Claus thing, we just don’t really think much about it. She’s a little young this year, for the Sinterklass story, but it’s a pretty good one. Better than the whole chimney-deal by a long shot.
There’s a wealth of information out there, but most of it’s in Dutch.

Anyway, Happy Christmas.