Yes, we're pretty much halfway through the Christmas march. Christmas Eve with In-Laws is over, the last bottles tossed into recycling, the last leftovers imprisoned in their tupperware cells. Tomorrow is my folks, shuttling out from Long Island because we are the owners of the grandchildren, and they're still young enough that they are the holiday magnets.
"You, there. Person with full control over your bladder and a driver's license. Get in your car and come to us!"
But it's all good. Holidays. Can't really complain. Except for when I do.
Hope yours was a good one, without any tears.
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