Christmas came really fast this year. For the first time since I've lived in California, I stayed home. My mom came down to visit, and we hung out and did normal Christmas stuff. It was the close of a string of work pot lucks and Christmas parties that have been fun but make me want to never see fudge and chocolates again.
I was rooting for a white Christmas, which I partially got. It snowed in the high country at least, and poured in town so hard I was envisioning people boating down our main street as I woke up on Christmas morning. Mom gave me a new pair of snowshoes, which I am itching to go try out.
It was perfect weather for rum and egg nog.
Lessons learned: I'm ready for a salad and a gym session.
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