More than likely alone Christmas Eve. Probably find a good Christmas movie to watch.
Christmas day, I’ll have a leisure morning, sipping coffee, listening to Christmas music.
Before noon, I’ll go to mom’s house. I’ll spend the rest of the day there, with mom, step-dad, sister and her family.
The highlight will be when my daughters come over, sometime in the early afternoon. We’ll open gifts and make a mess.
Then, we will sit down for the wonderful Christmas feast mom and my sister have prepared. We’ll say our goodbyes late that night and go home (my daughters with me, their father, where they belong).
Every year, for many years, the last thing I do on Christmas is lie in bed listening to Dylan Thomas recite “A Child’s Christmas in Wales.” I’ll do that yet again, then I’ll drift to sleep.
Blessed.
Christmas Eve at Mom and Dad’s at their ranch along with my siblings and their kids and their kids. We are fortunate enough to have everyone still with us, though my father has Parkinson’s and we never know if this might be our last together. Not a liberal among the crowd of around 40 of us. We will be having a huge Mexican dinner.
Christmas day at my mother-in-laws house in Dallas. One Democrat cousin of my husband’s. Should get interesting when I break out the Two If By Tea that I’m bringing to replace the Dublin Dr. Pepper I no longer buy for our family gatherings.