I’ve taken my cue from your favorite rapper and have asked fellow Big Brown Dads to drop a guest verse on the bloggy blog. Today, Satie Gossett is on the mic. A few years back, Satie and I criss-crossed the country producing a TV show called, Heroes Among Us.
that’s us, boostin in houston
And today, he’s here to declare that his Xmas cheer has run its course. Satie, get on the mic for the symphony!
There’s a saying that goes, ”People live two childhoods. Their own childhood, and their children’s.” This means, amongst other things, finding joy in your children’s joy.
But eff that. I’m 40 and want some joy of my own. And this Christmas all I got was a polo shirt!
Watching my kids open presents this year, I was overcome by a curious emotion: envy. The looks of smug satisfaction and glee on their faces as they wondered how “Santa” knew exactly what they wanted pumped haterade through my entire being.
I cherish the halcyon days of my youth and the boatload of gifts I received. I loved getting love from a mythical, fat, white man and I wanted to feel that feeling again, dammit!
If you ask me, it’s time to redistribute the wealth during gift giving. From here on out, the older you get, the more presents you receive–a reward for surviving the pale blue dot. The gifts don’t have to be from Santa, that ship has sailed; unfortunately. I’d happily accept a gift from a government entity or a non-profit… or a for-profit, for that matter.
I’ve already started on next year’s list:
- socks and underwear
- an extra hour of sleep
- judging a bikini/wet t-shirt contest and being highly corruptible
- A place to sleep once wifey reads #3
Satie Gossett is a fledgling filmmaker, writer and full time dad imposing his will and perspective on a cold, harsh world. Peep his blog www.itisman.wordpress.com and hollar at him on Facebook.
