Comfort and joy

In about an hour, we’re heading over to my cousin’s new house for Christmas Eve with my dad’s side of the family. My cousin has three small, loud, and very sharp-toothed children, and the evening usually ends with someone bleeding — one year it even began with someone bleeding — and really, that’s entertainment enough for me, but word on the street is there’s a room in this new house decorated entirely in a Titanic theme, so I have extremely high hopes for tonight.

Merry Christmas, all. I wish you nothing but the best.