Christmas is always a bit of a rush. On the twenty-fourth I drove two and one half hours to spend Christmas Day at my sister's place. I got a hotel room for that night because I had a free room from a promotion that had to be used by a certain date and they did not have their spare room set up for company. It was quieter that way.
Christmas Day I drove the five minutes from my hotel to my sister's place for breakfast. Then I drove half an hour to visit a friend, then back to my sister's place for dinner. Dinner was roast beef, which was good, I just had my heart set on turkey. You can't always get what you want. After dinner I drove two and one half hours home. Nothing against my sister and her family, they are good people. They keep their place too cold and I would rather spend the night in my own place. I was back around nine-thirty.
Boxing Day was spent with the phone turned off and doing nothing. One of the best gifts I could have given myself.