Well the last two days have flown past in a fury of torn wrapping paper and new toys. I've been very happy with what santa left under my tree, and everyone else seems happy with what I got them. It's amazing how the magic of Christmas still shines brightly, even if I have started to be able to fall asleep the night before.
And after yesterday at home, today we did the 'Bev & Wayne' extended lunch in Jersay. Not in Princeton this year, but after the grandma-started straw paper wars of the last few years, it might have been a good idea to change the venue a little. We hit up the Old Mill Inn, but with traffic on the Belt parkway we arrived a half hour late, and so the lunch far too short, and I barely had time to say hello and goodbye to everyone.
I really only get to see that part of the extended family once a year, so we rarely get past factual talk about what we did during the year. It's still nice to see them, and I know it means a lot to Jeanne that we all get together.
Of course now that the familial obligations are out of the way, it's time to fire up the H.B.C. and raise some hell. Apparently in Manhatten this year, but we'll have to see how it goes.