The holiday is officially over and once again I'm left feeling unfulfilled, despite the fact that I consumed an entire Hickory Farms sausage log in one sitting.
Each year I appeal, in total seriousness, for a single gift that to me screams fun, adventure and envy, but to my family members implies mid-life crisis.
One recent Christmas I requested a Segway. Having ridden one on a group tour, I imagined myself quietly gliding to the convenience store to pick up milk and other household staples while saving precious fuel.
"So, technically, it's a family gift," I told my wife.
She bought me a sweater.
A few years later, my wish list consisted only of a...