I’m up early, yet again, with a severe case of Christmas-treat-related indigestion. My boyfriend is sleeping in a different room of the house (even though we live together) and it’s freezing cold. Must be at the parent’s place!
Nobody else is up, but it’s 8:00 and I’m dying for a coffee (in for a penny, in for a pound, right?).
Overall, it’s good to be here. It’s great to see Kristy again (been a year, save a brief hour-long-visit this summer), nice to see my family, and eat food that someone else made. (insert angel choir here)
It’s also the first year ever that I have brought a partner home for Christmas. Dan was an amazingly good sport last night, bless his heart, as my mother dragged his hither and thither to Skype this relative and that.
(*Side note: it both delights and induces much eye-rolling in me to see that Skype has replaced the Christmas Eve phone calls. “Can you hear me NOW?….I can hear you but I can’t see you!….are you there???”)
….but my family loves Dan dearly. Even my Dad, who has notoriously had very little time for any person I’ve ever brought home.
Merry Christmas indeed.
