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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tinner" data-source="post: 2776259" data-attributes="member: 19667">Childhood memories are getting blurrier by the moment. (Today's my 35th B-Day! I think I'm getting old!)I can remember many Christmas Eve's where my Father would tuck us in and tell us bed-time stories to put my brother and I to sleep. As I got older, I came to learn that a lot of my dad's "original" material was a mish-mash of jokes he cribbed from the <a href="http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/E/htmlE/ErnieKovaksShow/erkovacshow.htm" target="_blank">Ernie Kovacs Show</a> and my dad's own twisted sense of humor.Christmas day we all still get together at my parents and open presents in a circle, one at a time, from the youngest child all the way up to my (now a grandpa) dad. With my three siblings, and the new six grandkids - this takes ALL day.We're a very religious family, so each Christmas Day my father reads the Nativity story from the book of Luke. It's a nice chance to sit and reflect on our faith.My first married Christmas in 2000 was great. My wife and I celebrated in our crappy little apartment in the morning, then visited both families in the afternoon and evening. It helps that our parents live very close to each other.Pre-Christmas my father, brothers and I always engage in the annual "Putting Up the Tree Brawl." Remember, it's not a family holiday until there's a fight! Take three Type-A personalities, add in my passive agressive mockery, cover us in pine sap and stab us with pine needles, add in a rusty, half-broken tree-stand, and you'll get the idea.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> Every Christmas Eve since we've been married my wife and I always spend the evening together watching movies (A Christmas Story is a favorite) and eating sushi. I've threatened to bring sushi to my dad's house for Christmas dinner this year. Dad says there's no way he's eating "bait."1985 was a great christmas for me. My previously RPG-fearing mother finally decided that if she couldn't curb my interest int these "devil games" she'd at least try to take an active role in what ones I was playing. As such she got my Palladium's new "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & Other Strangeness" RPG. Hey, I know now it's a crap game, but it meant the world to me back then. The fact that my parents cared enough to take an interest in my hobbies meant a lot to me! The best part was getting my dad to actually play the game with me. I realize now that he wanted to see for himself that RPG's were a safe activity, but back then all I knew was that my Dad played one tough ninja-duck!  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /></blockquote>

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