I went to Jen’s mom and dad’s house last night for a Christmas Eve dinner. I want to be her parents when I grow up. Her dad cracks these absolutely horrible corny jokes that make everyone groan and laugh, and her mother rolls her eyes and sighs, “Oh, Bill.”, but you can tell that she’s amused, too.

They’re the kind of house that has special dishes just for Christmas, and we got to drink out of crystal goblets. Everything was all cozy and Christmasy.

This morning we stayed in bed and let the dogs pile in, too. We skipped the gifts this year, but we went out to dinner in Manhattan and saw the tree at Rockefeller Center and the Macy’s window displays. Tomorrow we leave for vacation until the 31st.

For the first time in my life I hung out with JUST my husband on Christmas, and it was so nice. My family kind of disjointed and no one seemed to be doing anything, but it turned out to be alright. We had fun together.

I hope your Christmas was good, too.