Christmas.

Folks, for those of you looking for something interesting to read, I got nothin' for yuz. I have a houseful of the husband's family, a toddler, all the cooking, and a mother-in-law who can't stop burning pies.

The best part of today was a mid-morning nap wrapped up with some self-love focused on three characters: me, a boy, and the Toys of Babeland.

Am I allowed to write that, much less do that, on Christmas?