Holiday Fun, From a Houseguest’s POV

What you’re about to read is a “Paulie Special,” my dad’s take on visiting us for the holidays.  

After reading posts of my friends’ holiday events, I figured that I would share my own.  Kathy and I decided we’d spend New Years up north to visit my eldest daughter and her family.  ‘Why not Florida in the winter?’ you may ask.  Why go there and risk a sun burn when we can go where the Canadian air doesn’t even want to stay?

First we load up the car with gifts and luggage.  For the seventh year in a row Kath tells me “we’re going easy on the gifts THIS year.” Riiight!   And if you know Kathy, she tends to pack three days of crap for each day we’re away, so the car was jammed. Sure hope nobody is tail-gating ’cause I can’t see them.  We were lured up with the promise of some pond hockey (or shinny) so “bring your skates”.  I think I now know why it’s called shinny.  Give two little maniacs some sticks and tell them to hit an object – guaranteed that 2 of those objects will be both your shins.  You’re welcome. The seven year old caught me in the corner with a cheap butt-end so my hockey days are over.  Shoulda wore a mouth guard with that helmet.

We are in a bit of a heat wave now, 1 celsius (you figure it out) so our rink is not stable but the frozen turd is still an obstacle to be reckoned with come the next freeze.  New Years morning – 1am to be exact, time to run upstairs and evacuate the day’s food and drink. Thanks for the flu, Kris!  24 hours between bed and bathroom.  Happy New Year!