In a way it seems like Christmas has been here for a loooooong time. In other ways it seems it just got here and it's gone already. The 'major day' is past. Packages have been opened, toys have been played-with, and most of the cake is gone (thank goodness!). Yesterday was actually another big shopping day with rushing to exchange for another size or a different color.
I am nowhere near back to normal yet, still sipping cider and eating fudge. Since Monday we have piled in the car and visited loved ones from one end of this state to the other. Grandmothers, aunts, uncles, and cousins. We saw them all...and that is what make it Christmas! That, and the ambrosia, the caramel cake, and the Fincher's Barbeque! Yes, I know....at least 5 pounds. How about you? Did you get 5 pounds for Christmas too?
We have two more sleeps before my older son heads back to Colorado, my younger one goes back home and back to work, and things are 'back to normal'. Visits with your adult children are just the best. There really is nothing better. The only thing is that it reminds you how very much you miss them. You fill that "missing" with all sorts of activities, which you also love, but not nearly so much. So when it comes time for them to go, it's like ripping the scab off once again.