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Christmas has always been a sea of change for D and I. Over the past 10 years, I've spent it in many place most memorably last year's Moscow and of course all of our years in England and Ireland.

This year is no exception. Being home for Christmas is like this added bonus to at the end of another year in transition.

I actually started shopping earlier this year, sent my cards on time, had a budget, stuck to it - well, okay, MOSTLY but I only have one week to be frivolous - and and soaking up as much Christmas music as I can.

(For those of you needing Christmas music 24/7, I found this AMAZING radio website)


We get to partake in our own traditions - mimosas on Christmas morning - and old ones - time with family over the holidays.

Our Christmas actually begins this Saturday with the arrival of my mom. My grandmother arrives as well on Sunday. My sister, bro-in-law and nephew will be there - I can't remember the last time I had that many of my family members together to celebrate Christmas.

And we haven't even gotten to Christmas Eve yet. Christmas Day we'll be relaxing first at home and then at D's parents.

Boxing Day will be filled with little ones opening gifts and no doubt a gorgeous dinner.

But then there's more. There's the other grandparents on the 27th.

And we haven't even started into our New Years plans.

A cottage north of Huntsville for 3 days. Us. Snow. Fireplace. Wine. Books.

The best of both worlds.


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