So it's nearly Christmas, and you know what that means... it's time to not know what to get my family for Christmas! Hooray! This year could have been easier, given the fact that my dad actually told my mom, "this is what you should tell the boys I want for Christmas this year..." Apparently, however, my mom wanted to let my brother and me (yes, that is grammatically correct) suffer a little bit more by withholding this information until it was too late. Oh well, this is only the first time in recorded history that a member of my family actually wanted something for Christmas - why not squander it, you know? Anyways, I wouldn't say that I hate giving gifts at all. I actually like it a lot, I just wish it were simpler and that success could be guaranteed without resorting to interrogation methods not in accordance with the Geneva Convention. But in case you're reading, mom and dad, I'm sick of this - be warned that next year, I will have no qualms about waterboarding one or both of you to get this sort of information out of you (sometimes even I have to lower myself to over-used, topical humor). Then I will be able to give you the best gifts ever and win Christmas. Which is really what Christmas is about, after all. That and terrible commercials on TV.
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