Posted on December 22, 2009
Slouching Towards Christmastime
Christmas Eve is just around the corner, and we’re booked solid straight through from now until the famous fattened elf retires his red suit to the armoire for another year and joins Mrs. Clause in the infamous* North Pole hot tub for some well-deserved relaxation on Christmas Day. Tomorrow, we’re taking Trey for a magical ride to the North Pole to meet Santa Claus via a roundtrip journey on The Polar Express.
In actuality, we’re driving back to the very same train station of indescribable clandestinity that gave us so much trouble back when I drove the family up to meet Thomas The Tank Engine. Fortunately, I’ve uncovered its hidden location and feel confident that we will arrive both on time and in good spirits. The night promises to be a fun-filled outing, complete with Christmas magic, some tasty hot chocolate and, of course, a little quality facetime with jolly old Saint Nick himself. After that, we’re driving the three hours (give or take) back home before going to bed and waking up the next morning for the insanity that is Christmas Eve. It will be a day filled with last-minute shopping and the fighting of uncooperative crowds, followed by family dinner, then church, and then family dinner continued before wrapping up with, well, wrapping up. Presents, that is. Christmas joy. Parental nightmares. Some assembly required…
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