I got the present that takes you back to 8 years old seeing the magic when you get through the pretty paper. Overall it was an excellent Christmas for us, but everything came together for Xmas dinner at my parents. First the Packers thankfully did not eke out a win against the Bears, damaging our draft position for next year and helping the dreaded Vikings. We opened any number of fine presents for everyone and then the last one was mine. It was way heavy and I had no clue what it was. I hadn't been especially good this year, so my expectations were low. I sat down and ripped it open, and BAM! I sucked all the air out of the room.
You see I am Calvin, always have been, always will be. And when I saw him and Hobbes on the side of the box, I was every little kid on Xmas. Now a brilliant reward for the too few nice things I did this year and a solid reminder that I start next year owing some good deeds to make up for this. 3 books, 500 pages apiece, fresh commentary from Bill Watterson, and extra artwork too fancy for the comics pages. BLISS! Calvin & Hobbes always gets out loud laughs and I walk away content with my lot in life, but ready for the next great adventure. That is the key, your inner 8 year old knows how to live large, he just needs an adult to pay the freight, indulge him more often and refuse a mundane existence. Now if you'll pardon me I have to go make some snowballs for the fight I picked with the neighbor kids.
Merry Christmas and Happy Second Childhoods