On second thought, driving around the city to open presents at different houses doesn't sound too bad.
"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Friday, January 6, 2012
Four Christmases
My parents have been divorced most my life; my boyfriend's parents have been divorced most his life. All parents and new spouses live in the Greater Cincinnati area. Hence, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were spent driving up and down I-75 and around 275, going from one house to the next, opening one present after the next. Man was I exhausted by the end, already wondering how we could streamline this next year. Maybe host my own Christmas and invite everyone over? That could be interesting. Especially if I had to decorate. Or bake. Or both.
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Funny. Probably is easier to go to their houses.
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