So the eve before Christmas eve The Curmudgeon is in the hospital. Not our idea of fun. It’s a good thing we don’t bother with much of anything this time of year, haven’t for many years.

He’s off to bed by seven anyway so it makes for a very boring night for me.

A couple of years ago G and I began our own little Christmas eve tradition. We get together over wine and some special treats and have a good time of our own.

This year I am so looking forward to it knowing that I’ll be at the hospital most of the day. The wine, treats, and fun company sound especially wonderful.

You all have a good holiday no matter what one you celebrate!

Love and joy to you all.

66 degrees at midnight. The picture below is from last year.