Christmas Eve is usually either very quiet or super busy. For us, it was the latter.

  1. We were out of eggs, and because of the bird flu prices for a dozen at our local store are are triple. My wife checked at Costco yesterday only to see a sign that said “because of the bird flu, we are out. Sorry.” But she forgot some things, so I had to go today. I checked on a whim, and they had some, maybe a dozen cartons left. Amen.
  2. We were way behind on Christmas cards and barely finished them today. But with all the other last minute errands, missed dropping them off at the Post Office before they closed at noon. On the way to Mass, we passed a mail man still out delivering. I asked and he gladly took our cards so they’ll at least be post marked before Christmas. Amen.
  3. After Mass we planned on swinging by our local burger joint for dinner. Something fun for the kids, but easy clean up (no cooking) for mom and dad. Turns out they closed at 5pm today (we got there at 5:10). Sigh. No problem, we went to Wendy’s and my wife used a coupon she had. She ordered online so we didn’t flustered speaking to the squawk box while the kids were rioting about dinner. All good. Except, when we got to the drive through for pickup, “we just ran out of fries right now,” was the reply. “What, you’re out of fries?!” My wife replied, half in disbelief. “Yes, ma’am. Just now.” So we canceled our order and scramled for Plan B.

So now I’m letting the kids watch Home Alone (a classic, that holds up so well) while the wife runs to find Plan B.

Merry Christmas to all, and too all a good night!