It hasn’t felt much like Christmas this year. What with the move, and the new job, and all the attendant logistical hassle and all the newness and million and a half things to think about, even with the lights in Regent Street and the displays in Soho, it hasn’t felt like Christmas. And now it’s Christmas Eve and I’m back in Chicago, at Mom’s house, and we’re having dinner with friends (the family you choose) tonight, and really between last night and tonight, I’m beginning to feel a little festive. Last night we went down to the local, and I got the warmest reception imaginable. Spent the night telling stories and doing too many shots and generally catching up and eating mom’s cookies, and really, that was a tremendous and lovely gift. As they always are.
So Merry Christmas, everyone. Spend it with the people you love, and don’t forget to tell them. Now I gotta go wrap some presents.