Even if the kids could only bake enough cookies for a few, really, today. (They covered the table with paper plates full of fresh cookies ready to go, including my husband’s family’s specialty of Grinch-colored spritz Christmas trees with a red hot on top. A batch of chocolate ones got baked and added at my request, but the kids did it all.)
Trying to get five adults to agree where to be at one time, with two cars involved, while preparing for Christmas and the two more adults to arrive, is…entertaining. Visions of caroling were met with “But do we have to SING?!”
To which I answered, as I told Cliff when he opened the door at his dad Don‘s house, “Just two words’ worth: ‘Silent Night.’Â I mean, c’mon, think about it.”
Merry Christmas to all, and to Santa, and everybody else traveling, a good flight.