Santa brought me a cordless drill. I had a snowball fight and tackled a teenager in the snow. I went to Christmas Eve mass and listened to a homily by a priest with a heavy Korean accent. I ate shrimp, sugar cookies, wild rice, deep fried turkey, ribs, potato skins, mushroom caps, cheesy potatoes, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, caramels, chili (I have to stop - I can't even comprehend what the inside of my gut looks like now). I scraped my car, washed my car, filled it up with gas twice, and spilled powder sugar all over the backseat. I won a game of Life by ending with $2,620,000. I watched the movie "Christmas Story", oh, I don't know -- 42 times. I smiled when a father/son combo hunted down a jar of cherries in the grocery store, smiled when a little girl asked me to keep an eye out for Santa before she went to bed, and smiled when I watched snowmobilers whizz through the ditches of my hometown this afternoon in freshly accumulated powder. I wore fuzzy white socks, cozy red boots, and impractical black high heels (ever tried to step over a mound of ice in a Minneapolis street in open toed heels? Seriously, Emily?).
But now I am home. And I don't want to be any other place in the world. Home sweet home, I love it. I hope everyone had a feliz navidad.