Ho, Ho, Blow me

Today, we did the shopping for the big fat man, in the bright red suit, and snow white beard... No, not Uncle Jesse on Dukes of Hazard, but the Santa stuff.
"Twas great fun running through the isles picking out stuff for the kids trying to stick to the time constraints of a lunch break. It's the only time we have had without them to go get this done. I even got the treat of lunch out with my old man- even if it was only Taco Bell. (aka Toxic Hell.)
Next week begins Christmas Break (and yes, I said Christmas, not holiday or winter break). I am sure it will be a fun filled couple of weeks of my blowing my lungs out saying "STOP IT!" and "QUIET", and especially, "GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN, THOSE ARE FOR CHRISTMAS!"

The tree is piled three plus feet high in the back- so much so that it is distorted and bent like a little old lady with osteoporosis. This is before Santa comes by with his toys, drive-by style, to riddle my living room with toys and papers like a yuletide gangster. We also have yet to receive all the grandparents boxes- and there is another in the car I picked up today from those masochistic assholes at the post office. I just don't have the heart to open it today, as I know it will inevitably lead to me crawling my big ass under the tree yet again to try and stack the boxes in such a way as to not have my entire dining area overtaken with festively papered packages.
It's not that I don't love it.... But it's a love/hate thing. It's wonderful to see the glee on the kids faces as they see the haul of kiddy treasures under the plastic pine boughs growing.
The tainted attitude comes from the many bags of recyclables we will have to take down full of window front boxes, wrapping paper, and those impossible-to-get-into shrink wrapped uber tough plastic bubble parent proof things on all the toys these days. Those fabulous see through teases that let the kids see the toy, and clamor for you to get it out of the box as you cuss under your breath, and pull the skin of your hands raw trying to pry the now named "piece of shit toy" from it's plastic prison.
It promises to be great fun!

Ho, Ho, Ho??