Boxing Day!

thomascantor, I know there's a reason it's called Boxing Day when it's really St. Stephen's Day. And I don't think it's because he was martyred by boxing. Can you remind me sometime?

I am resolutely not thinking about what's waiting for me when I return to Watertown. Instead, I'm thinking about how great these last few days have been. This is family, so of course there are tense moments and misunderstandings, but it's also been like a balm for my weariness. I've almost fallen over laughing so many times since we got here, and knowing this family, it'll continue till I leave.

We're a bunch of weirdos. We sing "Deck Us All with Boston Charlie" and demand to know what's snoo with you. Ribbons are stuck on heads, strange egg concoctions are made and then stared at in bemusement, bad and good jokes alike leaven most conversations. (And to think I got called the weird one just because I made the chocolate snowmen talk.)

I love this family dearly. We'd go totally binkers if we had to all live in the same house again for more than a week, but I love them. Of all the gifts I've received this or any Christmas, the best one has been to grow up in this family, with these people, secure in the knowledge that we love each other and can count on each other.