My father used to shoot home-movies every Christmas.  Movies.  You know…8mm film.  Rumor has it ...  he got a hell of a deal on his camera light after it fell off of the 1953 Soviet satellite, Sputnik.  To my father’s credit though, he (somehow) never did burn-down the Christmas tree with that camera light we called "Super-Nova."

Lets fast-forward 35 years.

My brother has a really cool digital camcorder with superb quality.  You would think his home videos would put my fathers films to shame...but not so much!  It has nothing to do with quality.  In the late 60’s film was expensive – because of this, every shot was no more than 10 seconds long.  Meanwhile, my brother likes to shoot 20 minuets of my nephew eating oatmeal. Gripping!  In the end my father’s films are far more entertaining to watch.

So this holiday season, fire up the camcorder and count to ten … to yourself of course – the mic is on.