Fa La La. We decided to cancel our plans for driving to Racine for Christmas Eve. Darn. I think it's been about 8 years since we all went; it seems like more. But Mother Nature has scheduled a nasty gram to be delivered on both of our scheduled travel days, so we decided to cancel our plans and stay put for the second year in a row.
Kit picked up Alyssa and they both traveled to Karl and Alissa's in Eau Claire, where they will stay tonight. I'll admit that I've been pretty lax in the preparation department. The gift shopping is done, but not one thing is wrapped. And I couldn't find any nunsense for Katy. Some baking is done, but not all of what I had planned. I put the tree on the chest, but have yet to light it. Part of the reason I was so excited to go to Racine, I think, is that being with my brothers and sisters always puts me in a good mood. But, I put off doing the Christmas thing because I knew we wouldn't be here and because I just don't have my heart in it. That has to change. Pretty darned fast.
Jeannine will serve one of Uncle Pete's specialties and we'll have steak, baked potatoes and spinach salad. So no one will starve. They'll have a white elephant gift exchange that will be pale without the gems I had planned to share. Nobody makes egg nog that knocks your socks off like Dad did, but Rick does a close second with his White Russians. Paul and I braved the grocery store last minute rush today to stock our larder with holiday fare. I introduced him to the great liquor department at Trig's, even though we didn't need much there. Then we filled our cart with the essentials and egg nog. Still, I'm dragging my feet.
I have to bake the peanut blossoms tonight; those kisses are getting just plain sickening. And I have to wrap those gifts, which I should be doing now, but procrastinating is so much easier when you convince yourself that you're doing something worthwhile like blogging. La La La La La
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