"Well, the weather huffed and puffed and tried mightily to deliver a White Christmas to Minneapolis, but that great laboring brought forth a mouse in the form of an icy thin layer of snow/slush that froze solid last night when the temperatures finally dropped below freezing to give us our first “average” day in weeks. Not very Christmas-y and since I’m all about the atmospherics around Christmas, this is kind of disappointing.
But Christmas will come just the same, so we’ll play along. We’re heading to Joe’s mom’s house for the traditional Christmas Eve meal of cheese and bread fondue with a side of tenderloin and carafe of wine. Once the beavers have finished building dams in our arteries and we awake from our stupor, Joe and I will transform into cherubs and sing tonight at Christmas Eve mass.
Tomorrow is Christmas dinner at our house with Joe’s mom, possibly a friend of hers, and the last minute addition of a Christmas orphan who just texted asking if my invitation from a month ago is still good. He promised wine and to wear bells. Well, hell yeah, he had me at “wine”. The bells are just frosting on the cake."
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