Sunday, December 21, 2014
One Christmas behind us, three to go. The best part - we are all speaking . . . so far. Of course the event last night was the easiest of all. My step mother's family is so large and extended anyone can get lost in the mayhem. No matter what your dysfunction you will either fit in or can easily blend into the wood work. The noise level alone is just below that of a small jet engine.
I am a firm believer that the more the merrier, and the more folks, the more accepting. No one sitting around judging everyone. No one with their nose in the air. After all there was an open bar - literally. When my father and step-mother re-did the house they put a large full service bar in the new large sunroom/den. This was a brilliant move on their part.
So we move on. We are in Christmas present, yet I still hear the sounds of the chains from Christmas past.