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.