Santa's Portland Convergence

I regret to report that as of 9:45 a.m. on Christmas Eve, our home is woefully unprepared for Santa (or anyone else) to visit. We put the lights up the weekend after Thanksgiving, as usual, but the stockings aren't yet hung, the fridge isn't stocked, and vacuuming and cleaning remains on the To Do list. But all will be well. Maxwell "Younger Son" and I are about to head out into the crowds to shop. Ali has taken on the job of housekeeping while I am campaigning, and my dear parents-in-love who are coming for Christmas dinner have long practiced forgiving my shortcomings.

Merry Christmas, readers.

Just thought I would drop a

Just thought I would drop a note wishing you and yours a Happy Boxing Day.

Thank you, Roger! From

Thank you, Roger! From snopes.com, "Despite the lively images suggested by the name, it has nothing to do with pugilistic expositions between tanked-up family members who have dearly been looking forward to taking a round out of each other for the past year. Likewise, it does not gain its name from the overpowering need to rid the house of an excess of wrappings and now-useless cardboard boxes the day after St. Nick arrived to turn a perfectly charming and orderly home into a maelstrom of disgarded tissue paper." Ahem, well, considering our house didn't fit the latter description on Dec 24, I'll stop quoting and note that the name comes from giving gifts as charity. The origin of the concept of re-gifting, perhaps.