Christmas with the crazies

Many years ago, two crazy kids met at a large land grant institution and, after a year of friendship, fell in love with each other. They got married, yada yada yada...it was quite sweet and lovely. Then, the girl asked the boy if he ever thought about growing a beard. It was simply a question, I promise...I mean I heard she promised, not a suggestion. The boy, intrigued by the fact that he would not have to shave and had a wife who didn't mind a scratchy face, decided to give the beard a try. So out went flicking his Bic and in came the scruff. It was a little patchy at first, but he looked awfully cute. His coworkers, who were typical boys, decided to give him some flack as they had no life and needed a study break. It was very unfortunate timing for the sweet beard growing boy that 'twas the month of Christmas and all the holiday specials were on a constant loop. He returned to his happy little cottage that he shared with his bride with a tired and annoyed scruffy face. "Maybe this beard thing is not for me." "Why would you say that? It has grown so nicely!". "Tis not the season for a sense of humor." They had thrown out a comparison that the boy was not too fond of, but what's a guy gonna do? "Who did they say you looked like?". "Um, Yukon Cornelius...":



She laughed a bit for, although his hair was fairly brown, his beard had come in fairly red. He was not amused...not amused at all. That month and many Decembers to come, different Yukon Cornelius likenesses graced our home. Her personal favorite was the doll who sang "Silver and Gold". That is, it was her favorite for the first 312 times that $&@% doll sang the song, but then it got a bit annoying. Fast forward 16 years later. The boy is now a father. His heart has softened, as has his sense of humor(though it has always been good). He is a father with children. This year it was his turn to put up one of the two most coveted ornaments in the family collection, the first being the Christmas Pickle. The son got that. But this was the sweet bearded boy's year:



"Silver and gold....silver and gold...ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold...".

Meanwhile, the boy's son told all of us the Christmas story with every detail...Mary and Joseph took a camel instead of a donkey but, you know, poetic license. He brought props and everything. The kid is prepared.



Yukon Cornelius and mama Mary on a camel. I love this season. Tomorrow? The Playmobil nativity meets the Scooby Doo lunchbox ornament. Oh the possibilities.
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