Merry Christmas!

We were supposed to get snow. Lots of it. And ice. Lots and lots of ice. So in the interest of keeping me and my child in one piece, I decided to head home for Christmas early instead of waiting until the middle of the week like I'd originally planned.

Well, I've been here since Tuesday night. And all we've gotten is a dusting of snow on the ground. As I type this in my brother's home office on the farm, the sun is shining, the skies are a gorgeous blue, and the little bit of snow on the ground is just enough to give us a white Christmas.

Yeah, I had to take a couple more days off, further depleting my vacation time, but I'm glad I came when I did. Better to be safe than sorry. And I've been able to spend more time with my family, relax, eat some Christmas goodies (and jump on the treadmill a few times since I'm eating those Christmas goodies!), watch some great Christmas movies (daughter and I watched The Polar Express and the Nativity Story last night), write down a few more ideas for my next novel, and enjoy the lights of the Christmas tree.

It's been wonderful.

I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas filled with love and joy!