Grandma had everyone come over to her place last night to visit. We sang Christmas carols, which I really enjoyed, though we collectively had a bit of trouble remembering lyrics after the first verse. The 3-year-old was actually the best at coming up with suggestions of what to sing next. There are quite a few songs where a particular cover (Annie Lennox's Walking in a Winter Wonderland, for example) sticks in my brain much better than the original, which then sounds weirdly pedestrian in contrast. But we still had fun with accelerandos on the 12 Days of Christmas and warbling about on the Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-rias on Angels We Have Heard On High, so I was happy.
Jerry & I are off to Oregon to visit his parents on Friday. Hopefully traffic through PDX will be back to normal by then. Tomorrow we're just staying home and taking it easy.
And now it's Christmas Eve. Dude, when did that happen?