Every year the day after Christmas, the man and his young son chose a video game to play that would last the entire night until the crack of dawn. They ate their favorite snacks and sodas to sustain them during the hours their bodies begged for sleep. This tradition carried on for a handful of years, but the father’s enthusiasm waned. The father grew too busy not only the day after Christmas but every day. Not many Christmases had gone by when the young son became a young man who had to convince his father every year to continue their video game.
Eventually, the young man became an older man who “forgot” about the game played just once a year. The father would stare at his son’s old video game controller, pick up the phone, and leave a message for his son as a reminder of their annual game.
Once a year and every year the day after Christmas, the father plays that same video game until the wee hours of the morning, heavily caffeinated to survive the night. He plays alone, all the while believing that his son will finally return home to play the game.