Have a holly, jolly Christmas

It's Christmas Eve; it's 11:30 p.m.; and I'm ready to go to bed. These three things simply don't go together, or haven't, since before 2006. I credit Mom, almost entirely, for saying on Monday night, "Why don't you do some of that thing tonight, and some tomorrow night?" It gave me half the building responsibilities for this evening, and that extra time has paid off in frosting. Honestly, it's all finished. And hopefully, Sydney won't wake us up before 7 a.m. Not likely, but still a dream.
Here's a cheers to a good Christmas tomorrow!