It made it back by Christmas Eve. Which means I had time to do that inevitable holiday task -- wrapping.
As the dining room table had already been cleared off for dinner (which for my Southern family means barbecue, coleslaw, and mac & cheese among other amazing foods -- turkey can wait, the eve belongs to pork) my bed becomes wrapping central for all of us who waited till the last minute (or who had no choice because their luggage was on another continent). Which while I wish wasn't so, usually means not them doing their own wrapping, but knocking on my door with a pitiful 'Rebecca... since you have the tape out, could you...'
They keep saying I'd miss it if they didn't ask. I reply they've never given me a chance to miss it.