The tree is trimmed, the halls are decked, the cookie dough is in the fridge waiting to be rolled and cut and baked and then smeared with icing in a three-generation free-for-all tonight. There are presents under the tree guaranteed to blow two little minds, and Santa is set to be a hero. The stockings are hung with those removable plastic hook things on the living room sliding glass door, for lack of a chimney by which to hang them with care.
Merriest of merries to you and yours from me and mine. May you have a season of wonder and joy. And kisses.