With none of our family making it home this year, Linda and I have agreed just not to do much about Christmas.
Of course, we never have, really. It was always Christmas at my parents house, then at my sister Tina's house, and then...well, we didn't pick up the ball. Holidays apparently weren't a big deal at Linda's growing up. They were a huge deal at my house -- but after a few years of trying to create some traditions with the boys, they just didn't seem to take.
There are households where everyone gets together and households where that doesn't happen.
When I was in college, there would always be that one room in the dorm where everyone would congregate. Some people just have that gene, that knack, that Host with the Most attitude.
So I looked at Linda this morning and said, "Are we even going to wrap our presents this year?'
She wrinkles her nose. "I don't see why."
"We're terrible. We're just terrible."
"No -- we're writers. We don't have time for that stuff...."
Merry Christmas to all and so on and so forth!