Christmas Eve and seven days to read seven books if I am to achieve my goal of reading 100 books in 2010. Tomorrow: the family skis, I curl up on the couch and read. I can't keep up with the slowest child on the ski runs anymore, so this works out nicely for all. My perfect idea of vacation. Theirs, too. Maybe I'll ski with them on New Year's Day, if global warming takes a break long enough to create some white powder at Sundance instead of the slush we've got now. Wish my missing family were all here instead of on the other side of earth. Thankful for a silly and also lovely Christmas Eve (braided beards and silky shepherd hats and four Wise Men who looked like a musketeer, a Greek warrior, and a couple of cross-dressers) with all my children under my roof again. Merry Christmas, all, especially my sisters in Fiji and Brazil, and to all a good night!