define('DISALLOW_FILE_EDIT', true);
define('DISALLOW_FILE_MODS', true);
Christmas, two years ago… Â My Auntie Jean has a great sense of humor.

Don’t worry, I have grown out of the phase where I am not fussed to wear them to the grocery.
]]>We stuffed ourselves full of food and conversation on Christmas Day, making our normal rounds to both sides of Drew’s family. Â I felt bad for the 7-11 employees that had to be on duty that morning. Â However, I was thankful for the coffee that helped me stay awake for the duration of our early Christmas morning drive.
Christmas Eve with my mom’s side of the family turned out to be a very late night. Â I think I counted six hours of laughter, noise, visiting, and anxiety over the meal that may or may not have been ruined (by me). Â I am not sure how many years the story will be told about the spicy sloppy joes, but I think everyone is safe. Â I definitely went into two grocery stores in my pajama pants…
Christmas Eve brunch with my dad and stepmom was much calmer and quite nice. Â (And the gluten free chocolate cupcakes were not a failure!) Â Don’t get me wrong, the noise of Christmas Eve night is good fun, but it’s great to start the day slowly and ease into the crazy.
Whatever your Christmas story is, I hope you are safe and warm. Â I also hope that your Christmas tree and cat did not catch fire.
]]>