Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Happy Day After Day After Day After Boxing Day
Okay, so I've been stuck on that Christmas song for three days. (I wish the Robert Earl Keene didn't look so much like, well, a creepy serial murderer in this video. Sorry about that.)
I know. Y'all, I KNOW. But you know what? It could be the best collection of those random moments that happen whenever families get together ever set to music. It's kind of loving in its snarkiness.
After the present-opening orgy, we had a really lazy day. Three of us never got out of our pajamas. I went back to bed, (because, ya'll, there was not one clear surface on which to sit in the whole downstairs) and read an entire book. I cooked a turkey but only a few trimmings and I finally broke down and washed a load of clothes, although I'd resolved not to do laundry on Christmas. (Because, really, nothing celebrates the birth of our savior better than complete sloth and indulgence.) It was a great day.
Then on Boxing Day (I just love saying that for some reason. Boxing Day. Boxing Day. BOXING DAY!) we went over to our friends' house for dinner, ping-pong and knitting. It was wonderful.
I don't know. It's been a pretty relaxed holiday so far. But then again, as I told a woman at the grocery store last night, "Santa brought my daughter a drum set for Christmas. I'm in no hurry."
Happy Holidays from the Fam-uh-lee-ee.