We had Christmas Eve dinner with my Uncle Tony (my father's twin) and my two cousins, Marc and Anthony. As The Husband was working (he is really the hardest working man I have ever known, and I'm grateful for how he takes care of our family), I fixed dinner -- a glazed ham, home-made biscuits with cheddar cheese, roasted butternut squash with cranberries, apples and shallots, and a salad. I made tiramisu for dessert. Everyone drank Martinelli's, and I drank the slushy milk punch that my friend J gave me the other night which I can probably give credit for my general affability through the festivities. We broke open the traditional crackers and wore our crowns, laughed at the silly jokes and tried to play a song with the whistles hidden inside. Sophie remained agitated through much of the dinner but quieted down when I brought her to her room. I think she needs the peace and quiet -- something tells me that as the seizures die down and out, she can hear and see and receive input from the world, and perhaps it's overwhelming.
It's a merry Christmas, indeed. I wish you and your loved ones a blessed one -- and thank you with all my heart for your generosity this year -- for coming here to read and to comment, for sharing your lives on your own blogs, for gracing me with your art and humor all year long. Thank you.