"This was going to be for your birthday...but we didn't have enough Christmas presents for you...so...NOW, its for Christmas!"

Tough words for a small child.  And, yes, my parents (and grandparents, etc) kept a strict gift count. Figures, right?!

And...why is it that everyone gets to open gifts on MY birthday, but I don't get to open any gifts on THEIR special day?

This is a question that every kid with a "Christmas Birthday" eventually gets to.  I was no exception.

I believe it was around my 8th or 9th birthday that my parents came up with a temporary solution: the "HALF birthday."

On June 25th that year, I was given a present (a typewriter...MANUAL), and a cake!

And, the day was all mine!

Once.

I tried (really hard) to forget that my father had just had a "birthday party" 5 days before.

Flash Forward...

Like fellow Christmas Birthday friends (Happy Birthday to Christine, Jill, and Dolores!), I've gotten over it.

And, I certainly don't tack a "half" onto the total birthdays I've enjoyed/experienced!

An AWESOME card from my nephew, Ethan! (Craig Allen photo)

In truth, I'm in age-denial.

TOTALLY!!