Gifts

So, you know, we have these boy children.

Christmas somehow becomes such a, hmmm, force once children arrive. Suddenly there are all sorts of new people in one's life that Christmas cards are sent to. And the cards require pictures, naturally. And stamps -- we spend enough in stamps to feed several third world countries for the month. And let's not tell Daddy Star I have to head back to the post office tomorrow morning.

And the things. Oh the things people buy for children. Our boys are the first grandchildren on all sides of the family. I'm told this is a good thing, but when we show up at the grandparents and their living room looks as if Toys R Us puked like a Bush twin after a kegger it is not a good thing.

So what are we getting the boys for Christmas? I have no. freaking. clue. They already own more than one of everything. Paper clip chains? Rocks? Underwear and socks? Empty boxes?