Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen
mrissa

Christmas morning first

This is the first Christmas morning of my life on which I did not wake up in the same house as my parents.

We didn't make a thing of it -- it would have been silly for me to go sleep down there with the horde of relatives. Mother and Dad are ten minutes away. But still: first ever. Not a horrible bad thing. Just different.

The last several years, I have been widely recognized to be old enough to wait awhile before waking the rest of the family for breakfast and stockings. My mom always expected me to go through a teenage phase when I was saying, "Mmmphglorf!" into the pillow and the rest of the family was waiting impatiently for me to arise so they could eat their cinnamon rolls and open their paperbacks (er, and other stuff -- but this is the true meaning of Santa Claus: paperbacks and CDs). This never happened. My concession to the late-rising teen years was to wake the family at 8:30 instead of 7:30 or 8:00.

But as I'm hypoglycemic, part of what I do while I wait for the family is to eat first breakfast. Second breakfast will come when they all wake up, and there my hobbiting ends, because we will not be having elevensies, or tea, or, from a certain perspective, lunch. (We'll have Christmas dinner in the early afternoon. I'll pick at something before I go to bed. It's not a perfect system, but it works.)

Ista and markgritter were doing better by the time I went to bed last night. So that's definitely a good thing, something of a relief, particularly as Mark and I get on a plane to Michigan tomorrow morning, leaving Ista and timprov to keep watch over the relatives and the house, respectively, until we return late on the 28th. We'll have internet connectivity at the hotel, or if that goes awry, at seagrit and Jeff's house.
Tags: holiday cheer and thumping
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