...and God Bless Us, Every One.

After a most awesome (if somewhat delayed) dinner at Hunan House with Gary, Lucy, Dave, Lisa, and Other Lisa, we tromped back to Gary and Lucy's to watch a ton of really neat videos, the Magnificently Evil Invader Zim episode The Worst Christmas Ever (which had us laughing so hard that we almost died about 8 times), and a decent chunk of the Director's cut of Hellboy before we all started turning pumpkinward and needed to head home.

Later today, there'll be families, food, gifts, and general mayhem, but for a bit, it's nice to just feel warm and fuzzy about the end to a long, good day.

Good night, all.

Merry Christmas.

Bow down, Bow Down, To Santa Claus. Or be Crushed. Be Crushed! By His Jolly Boots of DOOOOOM.

Hey, neat.

Not exactly a Christmas Miracle, but after 3 days of looking, I found the battery charger for my camera, on random luck, so I'll be able to take pictures tomorrow.

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It was an interesting and often unexpected Christmas - the family tradition of asking for a list, and then ignoring the list and instead getting something that the recipient really, really liked instead, continued most successfully.

A slight melancholy twist affected things on the end of the day, but even now I think it was generally a very nice, if somewhat low key, Christmas Day.

(And, for reference to next Christmas, Santa, I waited until -5pm- to open any presents without complaining, so that everyone could get themselves taken care of.)