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December 25th, 2013

This Christmas had the chance to be an odd Christmas. Not a bad-odd, just...different. I needed to work last night until 9:00, and I'd guessed (correctly) that I wouldn't be up for driving the 50 or so minutes to Mom and Dad's that night. So this was likely my first Christmas where I wouldn't wake up in the same house as my family, our presents and our tree. So I committed to driving out from my home first thing Christmas morning, hoping the weather would cooperate; Portland had had freezing fog in patches the night before.

I also almost didn't bring presents. Simple reasons: I've been really, overly wrapped up in myself, plus my parents tend to be pretty good at figuring out what they need and just getting it. I worried any present I'd get would be extraneous, nice but not needed. I countered that by going shopping yesterday before work, at a reliable place: Powell's Books, the Hawthorne store to be exact. And I found stuff. So my folks now have a copy of "Hyperbole and a Half" by our fellow blogger Allie Brosh, plus I filled in two of three gaps in a certain collection my folks have: yep, they no longer had their copies of Sue Grafton's A, B, and C books, and I found A and G in paperback form at the store. Now to find C...

With that accomplished, I wanted to get myself more in the Christmas mood. I do believe it's better to celebrate Christmas, the gift-opening part at least, in bedclothes. The closest I could get to that without wearing my actual PJs while driving down from Portland? Bringing my robe. The one I wore here:

Chris as Space-Age Lounger - Shads Party Jan 12 2013

I pulled into the driveway of my parents' place, got out of my coat, and slipped on that bad boy. The same robe I wore to two Bagdad screenings of "The Big Lebowski," over my clothes of course. And...that helped.

We've visited. We've given each other nice gifts. We'll have dinner with family soon. And, so far, this Christmas has worked.

May it be the same for the rest of you celebrating.

As far as we know,

no mad scientist has ever uttered "And so this is Christmas... and what have I done?!"