BIYF is possibly one of the coolest dads out there. And I’m not just saying that because he runs golf tournaments for a good cause and jets off to Vegas to throw celebrity poker tournaments. I can vouch for his coolness because he is, to date, the only blogger* I have actually spoken to on the phone. He actually sounds pretty normal – not something you’d expect after reading his blog. Anyway, I was thrilled when he said he’d be happy to write about his family traditions. So, I waited. And waited. And waited some more. On December 24th, at 3:57 p.m., I got the following email. Next year, I’m asking him in July.

MY NEWEST HOLIDAY TRADITION IS SUCKING AT WRITING ABOUT HOLIDAY TRADITIONS

I suppose it fitting that I should send you this long after the Elves have pulled the Sleigh out of mothballs to shine it up for the night. Hell, Santa and the Reindeer will have likely made it across several time zones before I finish typing it. You see, my biggest Holiday Tradition is to wait until the last possible moment to do anything. I am the Nation of Procrasti, the Ruler of Later, the God of Get-Around-To-It, the Pontiff of Putting It Off.

Unfortunately, I didn’t write my entry about Holiday Traditions. Oh, I would have regaled you and the internets with tales of Griswald-like decorations, kidnapped Santas, farting at midnight mass and of course presents, glorious presents. Had I only gotten my act together sooner. Hey, maybe if you make a tradition of asking other bloggers to provide their holiday traditions, I’ll get another shot at it.

Until then, I will leave you with this one little Holiday Tradition I have…. I actually call it Christmas.

*[UPDATE: In my post-Christmas meal daze, I inexplicably forgot about all the phone calls to Eric at More Diapers regarding the building of this site. He answered every call too. My apologies for this brain freeze.]