The day after Christmas and, while things won't be "back to normal" at our house till school starts up again, at least the Big Holiday is past. The younger one was all whiny about Christmas having been "boring," not up to expectations. Wrapped boxes can contain anything but once opened the possibilities narrow considerably. So Christmas is like aging, get used to it! At supper time, she wouldn't eat, said she was sick, and went to bed at 6:30. Good, twelve hours of relief from your complaints. The older one and I celebrated her absence by watching the Family Feud Marathon on Game Show Network, a recreation that compelled me to answer her questions about the top responses to such polling items as: Name something that married men might have a secret stash of.
Resentment? Nope, didn’t make the list.
I am combating the tendency of social media to make you feel bad about yourself. Congratulations if you and yours lounged about, contemplating the nativity narrative in the Gospel According to Luke before transitioning into family caroling. No matter what you did, Merry Christmas!
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