every christmas goes by quicker than the last. it felt like all i did was work and shop and work some more.
my family watched uncle buck until 2 am on christmas eve. christmas morning was nice also. we talked to marc on speaker phone with teary eyes. he opened his gift alone in a hotel room in tasmania (it as 1 am boxing day there). we gave him a digi cam so hopefully he'll be able to take and send more pictures.
the rest of the day was spent recklessly driving to aunt blanche's because mom and dad had a big argument while i was at kathy's and mom spent the rest of the evening on the verge of tears.
eating potatoes and coleslaw because everything else was meat, drinking a few glasses of wine which made me extra sensitive to elise's biting critique of personality.
after we got home i spent the rest of the night in my room hanging around, watching movies and talking to jason long distance from p.e.i..

so this christmas was spent either clinging together to make up for the missing person or totally isolating each other by turning that vulnerability into cutting remarks.