...So this is what I got from Santa Matty on Christmas. Looks like he has discovered that anything that comes in a blue box and has a couple diamonds in it is guaranteed to be a hit with me. My folks also continued their 27-year-strong tradition of spoiling and feeding me rotten.

Except now the holidays include a lot of gin and tonics with my dad.

This was the first year Matty couldn't make it home to Chicago due to work fucking sucking circumstances. His mom was a touch devastated by this, but she took comfort in knowing he was with me and my family and opening gifts on Christmas morning. And with nice new Uggs on his feet and warm cup of coffee in his hand, he looked like he felt home. Between Matty, myself, my brother and his wife all under one roof, seeing my cousins and their Sig O's  on Christmas eve, and having not one, not two, but three dogs running around dressed in Christmas sweaters...it sure felt like home to me, this year more than ever.

I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday as much as I did.