We finally went out and got our Christmas tree. Lauren and I trekked to the local Knights of St. Mickey who offer good trees annually and they're pretty nice folks. They have a nice feature to the regular tree offerings in which they take the base of the tree that they've removed and a branch that they trim off also. The base is a circular disc with a hole from the spike that holds the tree up for display. They insert the branch into the hole to make a nice decoration for the holiday. Lauren was thrilled to have her very own "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree. Nice touch fellas.

Speaking of "finally", I also told Lauren the whole truth about Santa. She took the news well, as I knew she would, and thought the notion sweet of there being a little bit of Santa in every parent. She had a lot of questions that I answered truthfully about who ate the Christmas cookies and drank the milk she left out each year, and who wrote the "Thank You" notes in response, and who read the letters she wrote, and who exactly was wearing the suit at the mall and who rode on the back of the fire truck. She wrote a letter to Santa afterward in which she told him that although she knew he wasn't real, she looked forward to having a little girl of her own so she could have a little bit of Santa inside her own heart when giving her gifts. She has such a wonderful heart.


Four Replies to Christmas Tree Shopping

Erik Bates | December 20, 2010
That's a very touching story, Steve. Actually made me tear up a little. I think I've said it before, but it deserves to be said again: You are an amazing father. I hope that someday I can hold a candle to the awesomeness that is Steve the dad.

Steve West | December 21, 2010
Aw shucks. I wish that were true. I mostly post about the good stuff. There's plenty of times when I feel like a bastard after something I've said or done and try to make up for it. But overall I think I'm batting about .850. I have to give credit where credit is due - my kids make it easy. Thanks for saying that, though.

Jackie Mason | December 24, 2010
[hidden by author request]

Steve West | December 24, 2010
It seemed the appropriate time. You always want to talk to your child before somebody at school does. Time for Brenda to have that talk soon. God I dread that one.


Web Junkie

Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »

The Bus Stops Here

In Slapshot, Paul Newman encourages the minor league hockey team he captains to play like goons. The team begins to have some success and the driver of the team bus joins in the spirit of gooniness. Paul Newman approaches him while he is proceeding to smack the exterior of the bus with a sledge hammer and inquires as to what he is doing. Go »

Halloween 2015

A pretty fun time again this year. My brother and his wife hosted a costume party and because Cheryl is a breast cancer survivor, she requested that each costume contain a touch of pink. I carried around a baguette and sang I Want to Rock 'n' Roll All Night in French (Je veux du rock 'n roll tour le soir, et jeter tour la jour). Go »

Weekend Grocery Shopping Equals...

... another encounter with Ugly On A Stick. I had no idea she was even there until she went out of her way to shout, 'HiiiIIIiiiii' from an aisle away. Go »

Weekly Round-up

Best stuff I found this week. Video of the week 1: Snow White/Reservoir Dogs mash-up. My new work hat. Go »

Art Imitates Life

I had a flat tire this morning and it momentarily bummed me out. I ran over a bolt and could see it sticking out of the damned thing. I really didn't feel like crawling around on the oily pavement in my work clothes, so I called roadside assistance provided by my insurance carrier. Go »

What Is This, Miami Beach?

Once again, I have to preface this by saying South Dakota snow stories are much more impressive, I'm sure. But here in DC it doesn't get much heavier than this. A couple of feet in a two day period left a lot of snow to be shovelled out of the way. Go »