It's still Christmas? You sure?

Seriously. We had Christmas last Sunday - the whole nine yards. PiLs, SiLs, and cousins by the bushel, turkey, crackers, presents, the Hat Game, church. Then everyone went home, and we breathed a sigh of relief - a whole other year until the next one.

BUT NO. Turns out that was just us - the rest of the world is still waiting, and shopping, and wrapping, and shopping some more, and we have to go through it all again, on the distaff side, tomorrow. On the other hand, I didn't cook last Sunday, Jeremy did (Wow. And Yum.) and I'm not cooking tomorrow, Julia is, so maybe Christmas isn't so bad after all.

Being as how I am fairly sure none of my children read this, I feel it is safe(ish) to tell you that Jeremy drank the whiskey, ate half the carrot and somehow disposed of the Cadbury's Flake that the children left for Santa Claus, along with their pillow cases. He also carefully created a foot- and a hoof-print from the ash in the hearth. (The hoofprint looks as if the reindeer is shod, and I think actually reindeer have cloven hooves - here's hoping the kids won't spot that one.)

But now I too still have a little wrapping to do, so I will bid you all a Merry Christmas. Have a lovely day.