It’s tradition in our household, the three days following Thanksgiving involve lots of Christmas music, hanging the garland, the major production preparing our Christmas cards, calendars for customers, letters to family and friends, and watching White Christmas.
The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, one of my husband’s siblings contacted us. We have not spent any quality time together in a number of years—she lives 1,500 miles away. She could stay the weekend with us.
Can you say, EXCITED!
We u-turned our plans. We visited old stomping grounds. We stayed up way passed our bedtime every night until our voices mimicked frogs croaking. Got up early each morning. Then used coffee for our caffeine delivery system. And started all over again.
And like Cinderella and the pumpkin at midnight, Sunday arrived too soon.
I make no excuses. Our cards and letters will be late this year.
As with all special editions, let’s end this one with a walk down memory lane. Home Alone and “Christmas is Here”. Take it away Macauley . . .
Until next week.