Like many people in this crazy world I come from a divorced family. Which if you ask the right people means that my life is doomed to a series of hollow feelings and disappointments (the same people who think gay people marring will destroy the universe). I can’t speak for everyone else but I might be an exception to that rule as I have not suffered any doom just yet. In fact its been so long that I have adjusted to the multiple house shuffle for the holidays.
Christmas for my family is more of an Iron Man competition. For instance last night I was at my fathers house in Michigan, this morning I find out what “Santa” brought me with my mother in Ohio, then its off to my fathers again, often with a stop at my grandmas house (before my fathers mother died that meant two houses), don’t forget to squeeze in all the other holiday fun times and you can see that you have to be very strong to even think about surviving.