Thanksgiving and Christmas were fine this year, inasmuch as anything could be deemed "fine" in the viewfinder of my mind.
Mom outdid herself as usual on turkey day: sweet potatos, baked beans, stuffing, mashed potatos, and of course the grand bird. Christmas was less fanciful, with chicken wings, meatballs (turkey balls for me; I've been off red meat for almost three months now), mac and cheese, little smokies wrapped with bacon...tons of evilness.
It also marked the first time I'd seen Patrick in over two months.
As far as gifts, I got a gang of Snoopy stuff.
I didn't get what I really wanted, though: real estate.