It's Over!

Christmas has come and gone, at last.  I survived it, yet another year.  I've mentioned to a few friends, how I can't help remembering the old jingle... plop plop, fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is!

My youngest son came over early, to help with the grits.  Our holidays must include garlic, cheese grits.  He enjoys cooking, thank goodness and doesn't mind all the stirring involved.  That's the hardest part to making the grits.  It wears me out!  We made a big, double batch so he could introduce his friends to the tradition.  They loved it!

              New Generation Grit Master


Christmas Eve, the main gathering, went surprisingly well.  The little ones were full of energy and got along great.  At one point, they figured out how to climb into a large trash can, put on the lid and roll each other around.  I couldn't bring myself to watch that activity, but suffice it to say, they were supervised by someone with a stronger heart and better nerves than mine.  They had a ball!

              Some of the kids, sitting still


Christmas day was rather calm around here.  We slept late, waited for youngest Son to get here, watched "A Christmas Story" for the umpteenth time, went out to eat, then headed over to my Daughter's house for a bit.


For someone that doesn't deal with the holidays very well, I must admit... it wasn't bad.  That doesn't mean I won't be whining and complaining next year.  I always do.  The family wouldn't recognize me, any other way.  So, until next year, this Christmas is over and done with.  Bye, Bye, from Ms. Grinch.