Merry Lazy Christmas!

The best part about Christmas nowadays is knowing that it is essentially done by 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Take for instance right now: I’m actually just sitting here typing this blog and it is 3 o’clock. Both my husband and my father are taking a nap, and my son is blissfully watching Mickey Mouse Christmas cartoons on TV. As for myself, I am sitting here doing the thing I love most during Christmas break: Enjoying a good book, snacking on whatever I want to, and alternating between coffee or a cocktail (sometimes a cocktail with a coffee in it).

Ten years ago, I spent the majority of Christmas Day traveling. But now, there’s no place like home to use the grand cliché. My son gets up at the crack of dawn, or more accurately, before dawn, and I make him lie down until at least the sun comes up.

Our tradition consists of getting up and putting on family pajamas, then watching him gloss over his clothes and rip through his gifts to play with the most wanted toy for an hour before giving into the urge to play with boxes. We then open our couple gifts, followed by a leisurely breakfast, which is more accurately a brunch since we start so late. Then my husband goes out to the grill and smokes a pork loin roast, after which he goes to take a nap, warning me not to touch the roast until a very lax dinner time, or at least not 20 minutes. Dinner is anytime, which can be anywhere from 2 to 7, then we veg out in front of the TV. Then I call it a day.

Granted, I get invited to family dinners and also get the opportunity to house hop. YetI generally remain noncommittal so that I can say, “Sorry. Can’t make it out. See you sometime this week.” We both know I have no intention of coming, but a little white lie at Christmas never hurts.