I just arrived back in Atlanta last night and enjoying the holidays with my family.
// My first time meeting Santa
When I was a little kid I BEGGED for my dad to take me to see Santa Claus at the mall. I think I was about 6 years old at the time and thought Santa Claus was "real."
My best friend Tommy told me he saw Santa Claus at the mall, and that he got all the presents he wished for.
I had to convince my dad to take me to the mall. Your boy Ngo waited in line for 3 hours to see Santa.
Finally the moment had come. I had my Christmas list ready and was gonna wish for so many toys. When it was my turn to see Santa, I was super confused.
"Dad, why is Santa black?"
You see, I kinda grew up in the "urban" part of Atlanta. The mall my dad took me to had a black Santa working.
Me: "So...you look different"
Santa: "It's cus I'm black?"
Santa: "I'm the real Santa claus, don't believe everything you see on TV"
The next day at class I tried convincing the rest of the 1st graders that Santa was really black, and the white version was the fake one.
// It's ok to re-gift
One of my friends convinced me that it's ok to "re-gift."
It means when someone gives you a gift that you can't really use, you can re-give it to someone else.
Years ago I would never have entertained this idea. It's disrespectful! Someone else gave it to you and put a lot of thought into it.
Now things are different. I have way too much "stuff" laying around that I can't use. I'm moving to New York soon and can't take everything with me.
If someone gave you something you can't use or don't want , then consider giving it to someone else or donating it to charity.
It's a lot better than sitting around in the back of your closet, and it's great for the environment.
p.s. I have some fire emails coming next week on how to review your 2016, and plan for a killer 2017.
Rest up. We're going to crush next year together.
I'm horrible at saving phone numbers, so I'm always confused when I get Merry Christmas texts from unknown numbers.
I be like...