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It's been a pretty quiet Sunday. Actually, the last week in general has been pretty quiet, although I'm so tired by the time the kids' bedtime rolls around, it feels like physical proof that we've been getting up to quite a lot. This time of year always yields impressively large to-do lists that seem like they'll never get done until I realize that holiday list items generally get crossed off all at the same time. I like that, a flurry of activity that comes to a sudden end all at once, usually the minute we climb into the car to travel to wherever we happen to be spending Christmas.

My parents' Christmas tree fell over earlier this week. They're not sure how it happened, although conspiracy theories abound. A lot of glass ornaments that my mom has been collecting over the last thirty-five years broke and so they've had to regroup, tree-trimming-wise. My mom told me she's going to enlist Henry's help in making some glittery paper snow-flakes and some paper chains. I mentioned to him this morning what had happened to Grammy and Grandpa's tree, and what his Grammy had in mind, and he immediately went over to ours and picked out a cinnamon ornament and said he'd like to make a bunch of those for them, too. He can see the tree in his mind, and it's glorious. Later in the afternoon he started expressing concern that our tree might fall over too. Dave reassured him but I think he remains a bit skeptical. I wouldn't trust Dave either.