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Scott's still not feeling well (cold/flu), but he was well enough to have a Christmas Eve dinner today. I cooked a turkey breast, nothing fancy, and warmed mashed potatoes and gravy. Little enough but more cooking than I normally do, and we enjoyed it.
That's the holidays, at their best: warmth and fun and happiness and togetherness. The trappings aren't half so important as the heart.
Tomorrow we'll go to a party with his roleplaying friends; and Friday we drive down to visit his aunt and uncle. (His other aunt and uncle called today to see if we could come to Christmas dinner tomorrow. Unfortunately, we already had plans.... Oops. Short notice is unfortunate.)
It was pleasant. I think we're going to watch Lilo and Stitch here in a bit - hardly traditional holiday fare, but fun, and Scott hasn't seen it yet.
That's the holidays, at their best: warmth and fun and happiness and togetherness. The trappings aren't half so important as the heart.
Tomorrow we'll go to a party with his roleplaying friends; and Friday we drive down to visit his aunt and uncle. (His other aunt and uncle called today to see if we could come to Christmas dinner tomorrow. Unfortunately, we already had plans.... Oops. Short notice is unfortunate.)
It was pleasant. I think we're going to watch Lilo and Stitch here in a bit - hardly traditional holiday fare, but fun, and Scott hasn't seen it yet.
