Or, Christmas Eve, as it is here.
Or, post-Christmas, as it is in Australia. This, I know through the magic of Skype, which has revealed that people in Australia cheat and have Christmas waaaaaay ahead of us. So Sair went to ballet at dawn (yes, they have classes on December 24th – this is ballet). She wore antlers with sparkly bits, bells and tiny Christmas lights. Then came home and had First Christmas with Alex and her family. She will be bringing along her side of their holiday when she gets there next week.
Meanwhile, here we are, all warm and cozy (because the heater is blasting), baking pies and getting ready for tomorrow by watching cheezy disaster movies (The Day After Tomorrow), and generally chilling. Nothing like watching New York City buried under a glacier to make you feel warmer.
Christmas is just us and Tom’s brother tomorrow. Oh, and the cats, but they will be hiding outside, muttering cat curses at us, as usual when there is company. When they come back in there will be leftovers and catnip.