We ate. We ate. We ate some more. Fudge. Stuffing & Turkey. Ham. Beer Cheese soup. Cookies. Pie. And there were gifts. Tons of gifts for Jason. Some gifts for the grown-ups. I got a beauuuutiful Rival 6qt Crockpot, *programmable*, stainless with a removable black liner. It’s so pretty. I got my Dilbert 2002 calendar. I got a Betty Crocker Crockpot cookbook and some cash. All was good.
Christmas went better this year then in years past. Since about 1992 (Jason’s first Christmas) our tradition has been for my Mom & I to have some HUGE and insane arguement over something that shouldn’t have even been discussed in the first place. 1998 she actually disowned me. (Short lived, but still…) A big influence on this (1993-2000) has been the IO and the fact that she didn’t like him, even though he wasn’t around for any of those holidays, her way to try to get me to get rid of him was to take it out on me. Yeah, and you wonder why it’s hard now to get into the holiday spirit?
But this year … other then a little tension on Christmas Eve morning when I said “I don’t want to spend the night there, but I will because it’s not worth upsetting anyone over” … everything else went off without a hitch! YEAH! Christmas has been restored to the holiday of peace and love that it should be. I don’t have to dread it any more, afraid of the days or weeks worth of arguements that will be spawned off of one day. Maybe it is the first sign of what the upcoming year has in store for me … if so, it’s going to be a good year.