Peace and love, y'all

Today is (was) Christmas Eve and I managed to set the kitchen on fire. Go me! Actually, I accidentally set the newspaper on fire when I sat down to read it at the kitchen table. On top of the kitchen table was one of Mom's scented candles. Later, Dad set the tablecloth on fire when he flipped it up onto the table for some reason. I don't know why. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's my family. I'm so proud. We did get candles at the service at Dad's church and managed not to light anything up there, so I'm satisfied.

It's snowing tonight. Pretty hard, actually. You can hear it hitting the ground. Definitely not stuff I'd want to drive in, but it's made for a fresh white Christmas rather than a "three days old slightly muddy wet" white Christmas, so I like it anyway. Marc, Carole and Maggie (the dog) are here and there is much cider to partake of. So, I'm pretty content right now.

Merry Christmas to all of you. *sends out smoochies to all*