Christmas was a rousing success - all things considered.

The holidays are so often about family. And I blame Sunday night movies for my expectation that we will all sit around the tree with glowing hearts and warm thoughts. Cue music and roll credits. Not that I watch those movies. I may have glanced a few times. Ahem.

Okay, Christmas in my world means heated arguments, bruised egos, and stress. Gird yourself for the "We Should Call it Christmas Instead of 'Holidays' Goddammit and Who do These People Think they Are" debate. Guess they missed the whole Christian tenet of 'peace on earth and goodwill to all men,' . I'm no religious scholar but I'm pretty sure Jesus pretty much commanded people to chill the hell out, didn't he? Getting nasty about it is so ironically un-Christmassy it would be funny. Except that I don't laugh. I just take Ativan.

You might also want to prepare for the details of uncle so-and-so's colostomy bag. For the third time.

However, the children LOVED Christmas, and I managed to stay out of the hospital! I even kept the intestinal lever in a fairly neutral position. So I'd call that a rousing success!