For those who celebrate such things, today is Christmas Eve, traditionally a time for a last little bit of guilt tripping to keep the kids well-behaved and possibly some eggnog, but for me, the last several Christmas Eves have been spent wondering if I got the right gifts for my family. Now that I have a child of my own, I have to wonder what she will say was her most beloved gift of all time when she grows up and gets her own podcast. When I was a kid, the thing I wished for most vacillated between super-powers like everyone in Riverdale had and my own space-craft, neither of which arrived until my early twenties, but I still remember the year that I got my own full set of silverware fondly (and whatever fat jokes you’re constructing right now are probably completely justifiable.) In fact, with one major exception that you’ll hear about on the next Top Five, I don’t really recall ever being terribly disappointed by the gifts I had recieved.
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) sees you when you’re sleeping, and suggests that you might want to see a specialist, asking: What gift did you always want but never get for Christmas/Chanukkah/ Festivus/Mulch?