There's always lot of hugs and kisses as you squeeze through the small doorways with your piles of luggage and bags on your arms. Literally knocking stuff over with all that stuff, but we do it every time. First hugs and kisses to my aunt who is always sitting by the door, and then to my grandma who is always coming from inside the kitchen. And there's always some food on the stove, waiting for your arrival. This time there were hotdogs with homemade turkey chili, courtesy of my uncle, and the beginnings of the fixings for Christmas Day.
So after we returned to Grandma's with a dollar's worth of air, a full tank of gas, and still no heat, we dined on hotdogs, a Lifetime movie, and then I resigned myself to bed. In the purple room. (All of the rooms in my Grandma's house are painted a solid color and we have all referred to the room by its wall color.)
And that was Christmas Eve.
Stay tuned for the Adventures of Christmas Day on tomorrow. :-)