Here is the card we sent out this year:
Our Christmas celebrations kick off today. My dad, a respiratory therapist, is on call tomorrow night, so we moved our normal Christmas Eve tradition up a day. My dad, step-mom, siblings and all of their significant accoutrements will be arriving at 4pm. Tomorrow will actually be a really quiet day for us, but that works in my favor - I am hoping to fit in some more driving around to see lights, vegging out to Christmas movies and decorating that gingerbread house languishing in the garage. We are also going to let the kids open up their presents - all of them - that evening in a vain attempt to stem the tide over-stimulation coming their way the next day. I am a little worried the three days of presents might actually be worse, though. Christmas Day will be a stereotypical celebration with all the usual foods consumed with the chatter of TV (football?) on in the background. My only worry is the weather - many of the folks coming on Christmas Day are over 80 years old and get nervous about rain, much less the more solid stuff.
Merry Christmas to all of my imaginary friends out there in the Blue Nowhere!!
This has been a year where I am so grateful for the folks who have been so supportive over the years. All of the virtual hugs and high-fives have really meant so much to me.
Now if you will just excuse me, I need go and dig out the some comfortable pants in preparation for eating my way through the next 3 days.