Christmas comes early to our house, as it does every other year that Nat takes Ben for the one holiday we share (the rest we divvy up based on when it’s celebrated, which is not always the day that it’s TECHNICALLY celebrated upon), and we spent the morning gorging on chocolate-y sweets and cinnamon rolls. Well, I had a diet Coke. Because The Nausea, she is something fierce these days.

(It’s completely unfair that NOW the nausea would return just in time to NOT EAT my favorite holiday treats. Like chocolate chip cookies. Because nothing says “Christmas” like chocolate chip cookies, right?)

It’s been a wonderful day, so far, despite the fact that Ben is now gone and my heart is heavier than it was before. Watching the boys laugh and play with all of the goodies (while Alex body-slammed his brother) that Santa brought warmed the cockles of even my cold heart, and reminded me that this, THIS was what Christmas was about. Not enforced cookie-making, not faux ebullient merriment, not about in-laws or out-laws. It’s about family and it’s about magic.

I hope that each and every one of you is spending some time with people you love with all your heart (and probably some that you pretend you’re not related to), and I hope that some of the magic that has been lost over this year is regained. Somehow.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and all that goes in between from Casa de la Sausage to each and every one of you.

And remember: Aunt Becky loves you even if the rest of the planet thinks you’re an asshole.



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