Not that I'm not already biased towards Tom Petty, but I always really liked his one Christmas hit:
I'm proud of myself. I actually managed to make three different kinds of cookies to give away this year, and I managed to put together some simple gifts for many of my loves.
Darin and I started our Christmas tour with a cousins' breakfast on Christmast Eve Morn'. It was a great success, and evidence that we all turned out as okay adults. We then drove over to Chris and Kelly's, where we had dropped off Daisy earlier. She and their dog, Rufus, get along swimmingly, no thanks to Daisy. Luckily, Rufus is probably one of the most well-socialized dogs I've met, and doesn't respond to Daisy's provocations. What a good ol' boy. Kelly whipped up some HEARTY potato soup and we channel surfed while Darin napped on their couch.
We went to the Christmas Eve service at my parents church, where I got to briefly see some second cousins and a ton of adorably dressed children. We went back to my 'rents and ate some of Mom's lasagna -- the best in the world. Per tradition, I wrapped all of the gifts from Dad for Mom, refusing to wrap the Wii that my mom bought for herself. We decided to take it out of the box and play it instead.
The next morning, we exchanged gifts and watched Darin and Ry battle over high scores on the basketball shoot-out game on Wii. Then we hit up Grandpa's, where we managed to pile ourselves into his tiny apartment, despite his plan to have us "stop by at different times". Darin and I won a combined $23.00 in lottery tickets gifted to us by Grandpa and Marylou. Score.
We traveled onward to suburban Michigan to celebrate with Darin's dad's family, which is always a blast because there are a lot of them, and they love to jest. And play poker. We stayed for a couple of hours and drove home to watch a Netflix movie. It was a good holiday for all, expect for Fred, my parents' poor cat, who spent the whole time in the basement hiding from Daisy.
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