"We've got to get you a tree!" Dad exclaimed when I walked through the kitchen door this evening.
"I know," I replied. "I am really late this year."
Mom and dad were doing their Christmas cards for this year. There was a big stack to mail out. I sat down and took all this in. I love this time of year. The decorations. The lights. The ornamental trees in everyone's windows.
"Your father stood in line till midnight to get your present last night," my mother told me.
I looked at dad with a grin to ask, "Really?"
"Yeah," he said excited. "You're going to be so surprised."
My parents aren't known for "cool" presents. I can only begin to imagine what was so enticing that people stood in a line until midnight to buy. I'm gonna have dreams of Ipods and Iphones tonight while I go to sleep. It sure will be better than that prison camp I dreamed about last night.