All the little boy was going to ask Santa for was his father to come back from Iraq. Little did he know, his wish would come true and his father was right behind Santa.

Well it’s that time of the year! Merry Christmas everyone!

Gays Have The Best Eye

A few months ago my boss, a woman who seems to never have nothing to do, got desperate and asked me to decorate the display board in the lobby. It was such a hit that every week or so since I have been “asked” to redecorate it. 

This holiday season I am in charge of decorating, a gay’s dream. Although my resources are limited and there is basically no budget I am going to make this the best Christmas these little bastards will ever have! Now that I think about it I am usually in charge of the holiday decorations at home. Clara (my mother) just gives me the color scheme, a budget, and her credit card and I work my rainbow magic. God I love this season! Now to pull out that tacky Christmas sweater… wait I don’t have one. 

Since I was still downtown, after The Heart Walk, I figured I would take a trip to the Holocaust Museum. I had been wanting to go for months now just haven’t had the time. I have always been an advocate for all things Jewish. When the teachers at the preschool, that I work for, would teach the kids about Christmas I would be in the corner shoving Hanukkah down their throats. All I am saying is that if you are in Houston and want a biiiiig downer and a little history visit the Holocaust Museum, it is sad but it is very moving. 

Finally!

Christmas is over and it is bitter sweet. I will miss all the good food, family, and fun of the holidays but I will not miss the stress and anxiety of buying just the right gifts for people. I don’t know why I stress so much when it comes to buying gifts. There are still a couple friends I need to give their gifts to that I haven’t seen in a bit. I no longer have to struggle with not buying myself stuff when I am Christmas shopping! Next is some power drinking on New Years to make up for this past week. I wonder if I can manipulate my way to a New Years kiss from my straight boy crush…

I Wrap Better Than Jay-Z

Every year I find myself being the in house gift wrapper. It is like my family can sense when I am wrapping my gifts for others. When they do they all flock to me to wrap their gifts. Don’t get me wrong I love to wrap gifts and I have gotten pretty good at it  but come on people wrap your own stuff every once in a while. I guess it is because I wrap it well and use ribbon and bows. Or maybe it is because when I see a poorly wrapped present I kind of give it the stink eye and ask to rewrap it. Moral of the story is I am terrible and obsessive compulsive. Or am I just gay?