(not Xmas eve, as the Challenge suggests. Grrrr. Blasphemy.)
Tonight is Christmas Eve, y’all. It’s hard to believe we’ve arrived to December 24th already.
And the last week has been a whirlwind of weather. We had snow for a week straight….the kids around here had two snow days in their last week of school (lucky ducks!), then we got hit with a massive ice/freezing rain storm. And yesterday it snowed, then it turned to freezing rain, then rain then back to snow. Power outages all across the county – if not the province. (Picture it…December 23rd traffic and shopping madness….add in no power – no traffic lights, etc. CRAY-ZEE!! Oh, an when you’re in a large department store and the power goes off, expect to be herded to the front of the store like cattle.) Luckily, I didn’t lose power. Winston and I stayed nice and warm and watched Christmas movies last night. Poor guy had his booster yesterday and projectile vomited everywhere at least five times (well, five spots of kitty barf is what I’ve found so far) so he was happy to chill last night.
Anyway, tonight’s festivities are on….My dad is heading to pick up my granddad early this afternoon and he’s dropping me at Blair’s. I’ll help him wrap and get things in order then we’ll head back to my parents’ house for our family’s traditional Christmas Eve dinner of Rappie Pie.
Which I am super excited about.
My nephews will be playing and so wound up that they won’t want to eat.
After dinner and a rest we’ll either hang out or go visit – or have visitors. If we entertain we’ll be in the family room in front of the main Christmas tree (because my mom’s a nut and has a tree in pretty much every room).
Eventually, I’ll want my photo taken because, well, I clean up nicely.
And we’ll remember those we love who are no longer with us.
Usually, my mom and I (at least) go to church but last year our church’s Christmas Eve service was less focused on Christmas and Jesus and the celebration of his birth and more focused on other, more selfish things – not cool, church, NOT COOL. So, I doubt my mom and I will be heading there this year. We can certainly Praise Jesus elsewhere.
After a possible glass of wine and maybe a sweet treat, this girl will be zonked and ready to hit the sack. And soon enough it will be Christmas morning. 🙂