I used to be one of those Christmas haters. I was totally anti-holiday cheer guy. I told Jen I didn’t want a tree when we first moved in together. She got one anyway. I made her decorate it without me. What a jerk I was then.

Then something changed. Or, rather, someone came to be. Hayes. Hayes is totally excited about Christmas. He’s really excited about Santa. And he love Frosty, which he associates with Christmas because I made the mistake of DVRing the Frosty cartoon on TV

Good thing, too because he loves it so much so that he sings it EVERY morning. He only knows one verse so he just sings that over and over and over. I wish, for some reason, that it would annoy me. I even act like it at work, because, you know, how can you explain that you want to hear your son singing Frosty 10 times in a row each morning.

But… it’s so damn cute. I love it. Good thing for Christmas! Yah, I know, ironic that Frosty has made me less so about Christmas.