


I'm not sure if the Wise Men who visited the newborn Christ -- bearing their gifts of myrrh, frankinscense, and gold -- would have also praised the young Savior with a few rockin' licks of righteous air guitar. Regardless, that is how my kids opted to celebrate the birth of Jesus this year.
Their excitement -- a hyper-kinetic supernova catalyzed by the orgy of present-shredding that is Christmas morning -- manifested itself in SAGS (Spontaneous Air Guitar Syndrome), as seen in the photos above.
Happy Birthday, Jesus. Hope you like the mimed riff from "Welcome to the Jungle."
NEXT STOP: Tokyo Tales
No comments:
Post a Comment