We're all going home for Christmas. It'll be the first time in 2.5 years that I've been back to Ontario and am really looking forward to having Christmas with my sister.
Yes, I enjoy having my kids and hubby and other friends and family around, but it's spending Christmas with my sister that's really special. We have our traditions, you see. Traditions that only she and I truly appreciate. Singing carols off key on Christmas Eve is one example. (And to be perfectly honest, I'm the onely one off key, she's better than me.)
My daughter flew to Ottawa on Wednesday to hang out with her friends for 10 days before the rest of us arrive. Pat and my son left 15 minutes ago with a car loaded with gifts. I am trying to visualize clear skies and roads for their trip despite the blizzard that's blowing in from the west.
That leaves me with 5 days to myself. Woohoo!
Okay, I have to buy two more small gifts, work each morning till noon, and make turkey dressing and cranberry sauce to bring with me when I fly out of here on Thursday, but that's it. That's it.
WOW.
I can't remember a time when I've had so little to be responsible for.
I think I'm going to head back to bed with a book. (Robertson Davies, World of Wonders, the final in his Deptford trilogy.)
Sigh.
How lovely.
Maybe I should call to see how the trip is progressing.
C
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Ahhhh— heading to bed with Wonder of Wonders does sound delightful. I hope the storm wasn't as sloppy in Quebec as it is here. I can't wait to see the ice tomorrow....
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