You know, it becomes difficult when you have big kids and little kids all trying to decide if this Santa stuff is the go or if it’s all a farce designed to make kids behave.
Now, as a big-kid, I find it all too confusing so I just leave it to fate and, like this year, end up with things may or may not make sense… like roller skates, under the tree.
Really, an old fart like me on skates? Does not sound too bright, eh? Fact of the matter is I was a pretty deft-hand at the roller skating, back-in-the-day. Remember the roller rink out at the Gala ballroom west of Indee on 20? We all, if you were from Indee, you no doubt spent time there.
So the memory of being good at skating does not assist in the pain in my left cheek where I did a resounding, feet in the air, fanny-flop on the concrete. Of course that was after I was “getting good” and tried a fancy ,double-toe, brake move. It didn’t work very well. I need more practice.
The boys and I just discussed a skating safari where we’ll go look for some empty (secluded) parking lots, nice and flat, for me to practice in.
We had a good islands style cmas with good fun and good people. Small but exciting we got to employ the new guitar and drums the boys got and even got a rousing rendition of “wok aboti long china towni”.
All good fun:
A recipe to a fun Cmas…