After repeatedly checking the weather report we decided that if we were going to miss the big snowstorm a-rollin in we'd have to leave for Utah on Sunday morning. We wrapped all our shiny, beautiful presents in big black bags, tucked them carefully in the back of the ear doctor's pick up and headed out.
About 2 hours into the trip the ear doctor said, "wow, we're really a family aren't we?"
I glanced back into the small back seat and saw our little dog passed out on in utter doggie joy...curly rawhide stuck under one paw and looked at my husband. We were making our first trip over the river and through the woods to get to my grandma's house and I replied, "yes, yes we are."
So now we're here.
Sleeping in the same bed where I dreamt of sugarplum fairies and awaited the jingle of Santa's bells. I ate about a half a dozen cookies because at grandma's they have no calories. And the packages are carefully tucked under the Christmas tree.
Have a great Christmas.
I hope you get whatever was on your list...