My computer? Still AWOL, which makes blogging nigh impossible. Today, my man promises me. Today. See me turning blue? Yes, that's because I've been holding my breath. ForEVAH.

So, my mom and dad host a gathering on Christmas Eve every year. Since we have lots of Santa traditions to enact before the kids crash, we have to time it right, or the kids poop out in the car. Oh, wait. I mean, they fall asleep. They don't poop in the car. At least, not now, anymore. It's happened, sure, but not in a long time. Ahem.

Anyway, so since timing is an issue, my mom asked me earlier this week what time the hubs gets off work on Christmas Eve.

Me: "It's a regular work day for him. He's off at five."
Mom: "Nooo. He's off that day. Everyone is."
Me: "Uh, no. He's working, and it's until five."
Mom: "Surely he has the day off."
Me: "Regular. Day. Five."
Mom: "Nooo."
Me: "Uh, yeah."
Mom: "No."
Me: "Five."
Mom: "Even if he has to work, they will send them home early."
Me: "Five. FIVEFIVEFIVEFIVE. But I'll ask him to take the afternoon off."
Mom: "Sigh."

Flash to later in the day. Hubs is home.

Me: "Hon, my mom wants to know what time you get off on Christmas Eve."
Hub: "Yeah, I'm off that day."
Me: *($&*&#@&*#*)*)&!!!

Of course I panicked and decided to cover myself with a "oh, he TOOK the day off, but he really was SUPPOSED to be there." For a moment.

Then I laughed and called my mom and 'fessed up. I hate going to the mat and being wrong.

In other Circus news, my children are working themselves to a fever pitch as the holiday approaches. We are not a religious family, but I have been reading a lovely board book version of the First Christmas to my children, which was a baby gift to my oldest from my aunt, Merrilan. I do want them to know that this holiday is when many people celebrate the birth of Jesus, and what that means.

Of course, this has raised questions: first and foremost, are Jesus and Santa the same person? If so, where were the elves at the First Christmas?