Amy and I spend the holidays alone. We ship out two boxes of gifts to our immediate families just in time for them to be under the tree. Amy's folks open presents on Christmas Eve; I and my folks always opened our whole slate of gifts on Christmas day morning, but Amy and I do ours on Christmas Eve. I've never really pushed the issue - and that's a good thing, as I've heard stories about just how obstinate Amy can be about this.
This year, we actually stuck to what we frequently plan but hardly ever do: wait to open our stockings until Christmas morning. I really push for this, given all my cherished childhood memories of that morning looming so magically in my mind. So there was something to look forward to even after the main cache of presents had been opened (and the jigsaw puzzle lover in me was utterly satisfied). It was a good haul this year: even the dogs fared well. Of course, Amy was sick throughout the whole affair, so she slept for about 80% of the Christmas festivities, only waking up to make the Christmas meatloaf (not a tradition, just what we were in the mood for). And I was slaving away all afternoon trying to whip up a batch of peppermint bark (my 2nd in as many weeks), but the white chocolate seized on me...a horrible experience. So, I'll have to try again tomorrow to get the top layer of my peppermint bark taken care of, but if that turns out to be the worst thing that happened this time 'round, then this one goes into the books as a success.
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