Too much food. Too many chocolates eaten by small children. Too much wrapping paper, and hoping small parts of complicated toys were not in said wrapping paper. Too much spent on presents (but I’m actually happy about it, because I made out like a bandit).
Just enough hugs from sick kids trooping their way through the day. Just enough inside jokes with family. Just enough forgiveness, understanding, making nice. Just enough spiced rum.
One gift from my son that he said didn’t fit in my stocking. A big hug, and a big kiss, and a “Thanks for all of this, Mom. It’s perfect”.