I was going to draw and write about how my family (my mom, both sisters and their spouses, both nieces and their spouses and their kids) came over to my house this evening for gift giving, having snacks and enjoying the holiday. How I even had the first fire in the living room fireplace. Yeah, I could have done that. But when I woke up this morning, here in my house on Christmas day, and realized that this was the first time I hadn’t done so, in the house I grew up in, since I was TWO! Well, that was just so odd I had to write about it.