{"id":48,"date":"2004-12-26T19:06:16","date_gmt":"2004-12-27T03:06:16","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=48"},"modified":"2008-06-22T12:27:01","modified_gmt":"2008-06-22T19:27:01","slug":"twas-the-day-after-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/?p=48","title":{"rendered":"&#8216;Twas The Day After Christmas&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I hope everyone had themselves a nice Xmas holiday. Margaret and I got up around 10, fed the cats, opened our prezzies and went off to her parents&#8217; place in Bellevue to stuff our phizzes in the company of her family. Not bad, all around. I really wish we could have made it to my folks&#8217; house in Hawaii this year because it was the first time in a while that my brother and sister-in-law were able to visit from Southern California. That would have been fun.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m still trying to figure out what Christmas means to me in my long, protracted post-adolescence. Probably like many of you without children, there doesn&#8217;t seem to be much magic in the season any more. It&#8217;s a time for relaxation (if you can get away with it), for visiting with friends and family, and for joyful gluttony with no thought to the enduring consequences, and that&#8217;s all great stuff. But the last time I can remember being really excited about Christmas was probably the second one I spent with Margaret, where the anticipation of giving was still very fresh. Obviously, I still enjoy getting presents for her (and others), and I enjoy receiving gifts as well, but the breathless anticipation, the lying awake at night, the <em>power<\/em> of it all, seems to be gone.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m  not complaining, really I&#8217;m not. Plenty of things change as you get older, and this would seem to be one of them. I just think it&#8217;s interesting.<\/p>\n<p>The missing ingredient is, of course, the children. I don&#8217;t have the sense of wonder of a child any more, and since we neither have children nor spend the holiday with poeple who do, we don&#8217;t get to experience the side-effects of breathing in some other child&#8217;s second-hand excitement. This, to me, is something of a mixed bag. While I love my own nieces and nephews and cherish many of our friends&#8217; children as well (I&#8217;ve <a href=\"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?p=24\">mentioned this<\/a> before), tragically I was born with the &#8220;paternal instinct&#8221; switch in my brain turned off, possibly even turned off and glued shut. To me, kids are like any other form of motion-oriented entertainment such as television; as soon as they stop being entertaining, I want to change the channel or leave the room&#8230;at least hit the &#8220;Mute&#8221; button. There&#8217;s really no place in my life or my worldview for children of my own.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s kind of ironic that the thing I think is most missing from my Christmas holiday would be a byproduct of something I feel the rest of my life in no way requires. Oh, well; I suppose I&#8217;ll have to try to fill the gap with social interaction, crass materialism and decadent overconsumption. Poor ol&#8217; me. \ud83d\ude09 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I hope everyone had themselves a nice Xmas holiday. Margaret and I got up around 10, fed the cats, opened our prezzies and went off to her parents&#8217; place in Bellevue to stuff our phizzes in the company of her family. Not bad, all around. I really wish we could have made it to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-roominations"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.uncle-andrew.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}