Somethings about this small town are really really great.  No, I mean despite how I file these posts sometimes I actually like living here.  Home Town Christmas is great.*  No long travel home for the mad dash round to fit in everyone before you scramble onto the an overcrowded and overbeered train or plane back to wherever.  This puts my husband in a better mood too which is always a bonus.  Even receiving three batches of jelly beans merely inspired the comment “well you can never have too many jelly beans”.  Hurrah.

So here’s to not having to drive home for Christmas.

*the writer will have sobered up and the turkey stupor worn off by tomorrow from which point normal rules of vitriol will again apply.