Thanks to a huge snow storm, this has been the least Christmas-y Christmas ever. There are no stockings hanging at my parents' house, my apartment, or the place I'm staying right now. The girls and I didn't make a gingerbread house. We haven't watched Christmas Vacation. There have been no frantic trips to the mall to pick up those last-minute gifts. I've been to one church service. Grandma's family get-together was postponed until after the holidays, and Uncle Bob and Aunt Sharon are most likely not hosting anything this year. With the roads as bad as they are, I'm not even positive we will be able to get to Mom and Dad's on Christmas day.
Even when I was going to college 300-plus miles away from my family, I still made it home with enough time to shop, decorate the tree, make cookies, put together a gingerbread house and just plain prepare. This year, not so much. I guess sometimes you just have to grow up.
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