Off to the swamps!
It's been 16 years (where does time go?) since I last spent Christmas with my mother and I'm excited.
I can hardly wait to see the Christmas tree and the little church with that magical music box inside that you can wind up and it'll play "Silent Night" . . . for at least 75 years it's been doing that. Definitely not made in China.
Lil Sis, I know how it is. You'll be missed if you can't get through the snow and ice. Don't take any chances. I'll eat your share of Christmas turkey & dressing and peas & corn ... and, yes, the sweet potatoes in orange half-shells, sprinkled with cinnamon and topped with melted marshmallows. So don't worry -- it won't go to waste.
Santa Claus, I know you're reading so take note. I will be in the swamps.
Oh yeah, despite what those sniveling, whiny little elves may have told you, I've been nice. Don't make me come find you, old man.