On Christmas Morn...

Proof that Avocado has moved into the teenage demographic (in all ways except numerically): she slept in this morning. We had to call upstairs to Sarcasm Girl's cell phone to wake her up so the girls could keep tradition by being the first to get to the tree and open their stockings. They had made us stockings this year too, which was fun. And everyone got cool stuff: I got the most beautiful handmade sweater from the spouse; he got a GPS system from me (I know my sweetie; he clutched it to his heart crooning "I have a toy!"); SG got a number of books she'd been craving, and a House T-shirt that says "Everybody Lies"; and Avocado got that which her heart most desired: the entire 7-season collection of Gilmore Girls.

We are bringing apple pie, fruit cake, sparkling cider and mashed potatoes to the inlaws, so cooking began immediately, and the house now smells lovely. The dog is asleep in the sun on her new dog bed. I suspect Avocado has taken her favorite present in and is already watching Disk One, Season One.

Whether you celebrate this day or simply get a day off, I wish all who wander through comfort, joy, peace, good food and good friends. Deck 'dem halls, baby.