Unfortunately the kid came down sick late at night on the 23rd, so the three of us are having the traditional quarantined Christmas so we don't endanger my mom.
For a tree, we got a Grand Fir this time. It smells awesome but is so dense I got maybe 1/3 of my ornaments on it, so it's Christmas Lite this year. Due to the small, odd shape to our living room and having to position the tree away from the heating vents, the one and only place it can go is here, which means the packages must be arranged so no one trips over them and kills themselves by falling into a Christmas tree. So the packages kinda wandered down the hall a bit.
The kid gave me some quality teenage eyeroll when she saw I'd been a smartass with the 'Naughty or Nice' markings on her Toblerone, which by the way was the size of a telephone pole.
She loves plastic dinosaurs, when I saw this one I had to get it for her. Dino jazz hands!
He looks like one of your buddies running up to tell you the greatest joke ever.
We had a fun, if very quiet, day. I've stocked us up on Kleenex, ice cream and cold meds, and made a crock pot full of cream of roast chicken soup. Hopefully the kid will have things as easy as we can make them, especially since we got skunked on the snow they promised us and she's wondering who she can officially complain to about this disgrace.