This year I spent Christmas with my son and his wife. For years I've been the one stressing out over menus and housecleaning, dreading the cleanup. This year my kids did it for me. Sure was nice.
The only stressful part of the holiday was driving through the blizzard to pick up the college kid so she wouldn't be alone. A simple half hour drive took over two hours. The drive back took even longer, and two of the four of us were terrified. Not the driver (my son) or me, though. I never worried a second. How could I? I was with my family.
So my little dogs and I enjoyed a quiet, happy holiday with my kids and grand dogs. Turns out my bigger dog loves snow, while the little one thinks it's from the devil. I'm still on the fence, myself.
New kinds of Christmas memories. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that's good.
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