Happy Christmas Eve.
Two things ...
(1) I like the British way of saying "Merry Christmas" -- "Happy Christmas" sounds better.
(2) It doesn't feel like Christmas at all (maybe a song lyric??) -- we've finished our Christmas AND it's in the high 70s today. This happens SO many times Christmas week -- unseasonably warm temps. Say goodbye to cozy sweaters, warm drinks, snuggly blankets.
Trying to rally in the spirit of the holiday is a bit tough given both.
We got a pity invite to Christmas Eve at my son's house -- we declined. It came after "what are you doing for Christmas Eve" question so it didn't feel like a real invitation. It was kind though. I think he feels a little bad that we're excluded when we've been so inclusive with his in-laws at Christmas.
I made an early run to the grocery store so we'll have a festive meal day tomorrow. I decided to make a little effort. Man, I wish it was cold and wintery and overcast. And, I wish my foot was better. These are nice hiking days and I can barely walk at all.
The quiet holiday I was looking forward to is a little bit of a bust given that, but I'm going to try anyway.
Sun, humid, warm (bordering on shorts weather).
Dang.
Do better, the south.
But Happy Christmas Eve anyway.
Later gators.
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