The spirit of the season

I have heard people say that in order to understand the true meaning of the Christmas season, you have to see it through a child's eyes. This year I did. And the true meaning is...PRESENTS. Presents in all shapes and sizes, in pretty colors. Presents, presents, presents! At one point, my mother asked DOM whether she had received enough presents, and she said, "No! More presents!"

Three days later, I sit in a house strewn with toys and games and other child detritus, and wonder where I'm going to put it all. Maybe someone should have given her a toy storage bin as well.