It's Christmas! Run in fear, or leap for joy?

I'll write a quick note while my dad is enjoying his 'noontime repast'. Honestly, sometimes he's even too poncy for me, and he raised me to be poncy.

As with almost everything else, I'm stuck in the middle at Christmas. I don't have a terrible, stressful, frustrating time of it like Biku, and I don't seem to have warm fuzzy togetherness family time like... well, like some imaginary family I haven't met yet. Instead I have Daddy getting frustrated by how messy the tree is, Mum feeling like she's failed the family because she can't do all the things she normally does, and Geoff slouching about the house playing computer games and going out with friends at night. I also get mad at all the undue stress caused by presents and the commercialization of the season, but that's another thought for another day.

However, I also have nice moments -- cooking with the brother, verbally sparring with Dad over whether or not he should retire and become a pot courier from BC to Ontario (he actually suggested this over our posh restaurant dinner last night! I was shocked and Geoff nearly choked on his chocolate cake), and hugging Mum as much as she and I like.

As things go, I guess I have a pretty good holiday season. Maybe some people see my family as the perfect warm fuzzy togetherness family. Who knows.