Well thank god that’s over!
I truly believe Christmas should be just like the Olympics: once every four years, and quite often on foreign soil.
But until that happens, I just sort of assume a crash position and get through, with varying degrees of success. This year was no different. And at the close of the day, I was just happy we were all still alive, and that the police were not called.
Which is why today was such a wonderful surprise.
I woke at the crack of 10:30. The children had woken much earlier, but were able to feed/amuse themselves, and I got out of bed feeling like a million damn dollars.
We ambled to the diner on the corner for a leisurely and surprisingly chill brunch.
Great friends dropped by, starting their new tradition; the Boxing Day Tour. They brought the Bailey’s, I just fed them some sugar cookies and cheese to counteract the jitteriness that a day of coffee and Bailey’s had caused.
And then my family abandoned me.
Leaving me blissfully, contentedly alone.
Boxing Day, you’re giving Christmas a run for its money. You might even be my new favorite. Just don’t be uppity about it.