Bring It, Santa

I have noted before that I have a thing for teenage boys. This weekend has been all about the teenage boys.

Yesterday I got two rounds of them. First was with my delightful godson and his brother while we went Christmas tree shopping. Their little sister is, really, The Cute One. But watching the big boys romp and play with each other and with my cusp-of-teenhood boy was a blast. Rob joined in on the giant hay fight, no doubt wanting to show off for me. It worked.

Then Joe and his friend Chuy had to work on a big science fair project, and they are just as amusing to watch as the first set of big boys. Chuy stayed afterward and accompanied Rob and me to see the next-t0-last performance of the play, which was lots of fun (we hadn't actually sat in the audience, yet).

This morning we had one of our favorite teen boys, Eric, over for breakfast. He's home from his first quarter at college, talks to grown-ups as if they were human, knows all the characters in the Addams family, and ate live ants while in Australia last year. What's not to like about waffles with a person such as this?

After he left, Rob and I put up the tree, cleaned house, and got things ready for decorating tonight, after the play's cast party. Huzzzzzzzah! The play will be DONE two hours from now, I am totally prepped for my last final tomorrow morning (not counting one last review tonight). Life can begin again.

And just like that, unexpectedly, I am awash in holiday spirit. There are lovely people, teenage and otherwise, in my life. I get to celebrate the holiday season with them. That's all I need.