Christmas 4: Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve, I drove to NJ, 

for time with my mother's family.

There was the traditional hors d'oeuvres,

with typical shenanigans to boot.

There were gifts,

and confusion as to what the gifts were

which made us laugh at the us-ness of it,

all the way to tears.

There was cousin time

and glowing angels

given by this sweet lady.

And though we kept the door open and the fireplace closed 

[60ish degrees on Christmas Eve?!]

we had ourselves a Merry.