I will cook something special, and we'll snuggle down for a long winters nap, if there are reindeer hooves on the roof, they will be a dozen floors above us. Santa better wear a facemask in the elevator, or the neighbors will call security and complain.
A comment I made on a blog recently brought memories of the year we went to Paris for Christmas. The reason we went, is complicated, I was upset with my mother. But the experience was wonderful. The highlight was out pouting a French Maitre de, and getting seated for Christmas dinner at Altitude 95 on the Eiffel Tower for Christmas dinner, without a reservation. He didn't say no, and I just stood there and waited until someone seated us. Memories are often the best part of the adventure, for the memories last longer than the adventure.
Wishing all of you, a peaceful and love filled Christmas.