Sunday, December 26, 2010

Three. Six. Five.

Three days.  Six Christmases (counting last weekend's).  Five houses.  And a partridge in a pear tree.



We're home!  It feels like three weeks ago that we left for Christmas Eve at my Grandma Lila's house, not three days.  What a wonderful Christmas, though.  We have such thoughtful, generous families, but the real blessing is being able to see so many relatives in such a short time.  We are rich in love (and cousins).

My favorite Christmas present?  Family.  Small, large, extended, adopted, friends-who-are-like, etc.

My new MacBook, Fuji (yes I named him after the only apples I'll eat), is dusting my face with a heavenly glow, and Disc 1 of LOST on blu-ray is blowing up the surround sound in my bedroom.  All if calm, all is bright.  E and I are tap, tap, tapping away on our (separate!) laptops in close proximity and the monkeys are snuggled in their beds, visions of sugarplums and post-sugarplum car barfs dancing in their heads.

Today was our final Christmas celebration, a jaunt up the hill in our cozies to see E's parents and April's family.  I have to say that nothin' says lovin' like a box of personally selected See's Candy.  My MIL gives each of the adult kids in the family his or her own box of favorites every year and it's a small but wonderful thing.  Nothing like opening a box of See's without worry that you'll have to spit out a rum nougat and go back in for another dive.  Today was snuggly and relaxed--no rush to hop in the car and drive anywhere.  The kids got to play with the Kinect that Santa brought and I can tell it's going to be a winner around here for a while.

Tomorrow is Sleep In, Dig Through Our Presents and Play, Play Play Day.  I predict an 80% chance of jammies all day, with intermittent light snacking in the afternoon.

Now if you'll excuse me, the Smoke Monster is calling.  And no, that's not a euphemism for anything, it's straight up about John Locke.  LOST calls.

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