After that, I remember my parents and my grandma racing over through the slippery snow in my Dad's 2012 Elantra. My Parents claimed that they were more frightened than anyone on Planet Earth at the time.
"Oh my god!", said Mom. She really cares about me.
"And you are?", asked my Dad to 007.
"Bond," as he always said. "James Bond. Just call me 007. This now-flaming pile of magnesium alloy tried to murder your son."
Not to worry, despite the setback, I spent the next two days including that at my grandma's before I left for Niagara Falls yesterday.
It's actually pretty nice here at the Embassy Suites in Niagara Falls (on the Canadian side of course.) I get to contemplate what happened on Christmas, and also write about it.
Tomorrow, I plan to go to Rochester for my Dad's best friend from high school's wedding. Everything after that should be smooth sailing.
Suffice to say, Tuesday, which was three days ago now, changed my perception of Christmas permanently. Gone forever were the days of Santa Claus (although I have known for a long time that he doesn't exist) and reindeer and presents (except maybe the Kevlar vest) and what-not. From that point forward, Christmas would never be the same ever again.
