My first family Christmas celebration is winding up now. This is “just” the “immediate” family: my parents, my grandpa, my uncle, all of my siblings, my siblings’ wives (one didn’t show) and their children. Plus a girlfriend one nephew brought along. Counting me, 24 altogether. Next comes the “extended” family celebration on Christmas Eve, which will be attended by my cousins and their respective families in addition to most of the people present tonight.
I suppose it’s gone tolerably well. Certainly much better than my family’s Thanksgiving, which, for me, ended prematurely after one of my siblings began shouting obscenities in my face. (I shall not publicly divulge the details of that particular dustup, in order to protect the guilty.)
And here’s me today. I actually dressed up this year: sparkly minidress, bracelet, necklace (the only one I own) and dress shoes (ditto). I wore the same dress the night I met Elizabeth Smart.