"Okay, hurry, I'm freezing too -- "
This was certainly one of my best ideas, this snow machine. I'll never forget the look on Drew's face when he looked out the window -- man, right out of one of those great old Christmas movies.
I feel like a ten-year-old this morning -- making breakfast, playing in the snow. Today, there is peace -- today, it really does feel like Christmas.
"Eric, I'm taking a shower, I'm FREEEEEEZZZZZZZZING!"
"Go ahead."
Is that the door? Who in the world would show up on Christmas morni--
"Greg. Uh, what are you doing here?"
"Canāt a guy come over and bring good cheer?" he said.
"Donāt you have somewhere else to go?" I was really getting tired of Greg showing up in the middle of nowhere.
I swear he thought about it before he answered. "Well, Iāve already been over to Hugoās. So, no. Youāre it!"
I stood there looking at Greg, wondering what it was that kept Drew infatuated with him.
"Greg!" Andrew exclaimed as he came to the door. "Merry Christmas! Wanna make a snow man?"
"What?!" And he and Drew proceeded to the quickly melting snow in the backyard.
I felt my temper flare, and told myself to simmer down. Itās Christmas; theyāre friends; itās okay. I didnāt have a choice, I thought, so I might as well make the best of it. I should challenge Greg to a snowball fight.
