It’s 1:30 a.m. Christmas morning and my husband has been holed up in my office for an hour evidently wrapping an enormous and particularly vexing present for me.
What on earth is he wrapping?
The one thing I want, I already have. It’s our first Christmas together (I always spend it in Buffalo) and my family is in town through the new year. Tomorrow morning we’ll exchange presents and drink vats of hot coffee. Then my parents, Joe’s parents, our siblings and their significant others will join us for dinner.
We’re cooking for 20 people. Wish us luck.
Oh, and Merry Christmas.