'twas the night before Christmas....

And we sit in our house smelling apple pie and chocolate creme pie and Christopher (ragdoll, remember?) sits on my lap helping me type this. Heh.

Tomorrow we will have a potluck for all the other people who are bereft of family and friends to celebrate with, and/or simply don't celebrate. Perhaps no one will come. But we expect a surprising number who don't want to have a lonely Christmas.

We have no tree and no particular traditions within our house for Christmas day. Perhaps I will get up early enough to make crepes for everyone or something (it sounds fun). But I feel like as the spirit of the holiday goes, this is pretty good.