It still doesn't *feel* like Christmas, but it helped to call the whole family and talk to parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, nieces and nephews.
At one point the MagicJack crapped out - the phone just stopped working, demanding a break from the nonstop jawing.
But before that happened, I got a fantastic present from one of my nieces - one of many gifted children in the clan who told me English & Creative Writing is her favorite class - she's a junior in high school. That wasn't the present. Wait for it...
She's babysitting some kids in the neighborhood now and said one night they wanted her to tell them a story. She couldn't remember any stories so she started making them up. She told them a number of elaborate, lengthy stories that they loved, yet still they wanted more.
Tired of coming up with new stories, she instead told them the story of Beverly Hills Cop. I couldn't stop laughing.
Merry Christmas Bloggers!