Feeling: pretty
Listening to: Barenaked Ladies & Sarah McLachlan - God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
Reading/Watching: videos of Christmas '85... the days when we were cute enough that everything we said was funny

In keeping with tradition, we opened our presents tonight.

It's a German thing; the kids open gifts on Christmas eve. My parents occasionally experimented with making us wait until morning when we were very young, but soon realized that letting us play with our toys until we collapsed at eleven p.m. and slept late on Christmas Day was infinitely preferable to having a six a.m. wake up call in the form of a five-year-old plopped on their shins, patting their knee and whispering, "Mommy, are you awake?"

End result, we get to have Christmas with going out to dinner, photos and projectile gift-hand-outing twelve hours earlier. And I like it that way.

Because this way I get to sleep in tomorrow, secure in the knowledge that I have a nice new LotR trilogy and Buffy season 5 (yes yes I know: earmarks of geekdom, shaddap), and there is no need to sneak down the stairs before dawn to peel back the tape at the edges and just have one teensy tiny peek.

And now I'm off to sing at Midnight Mass, my first Catholic service since singing at the funeral back in October, so yay. It's funny how it always feels like finally arriving home, after so many months of singing for Orthodox liturgies and synagogues.

Love and prayers go to Miller tonight. Nobody should spend these days without people they love.

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