What happened to Christmas?

The night before Christmas I attempted to log on to noradsanta.org to check Santa's location while I was holding a cup of coffee. The balancing act was not successful so I now have on my desk a dead computer upsidedown in an attempt to drain out the coffee-drenched keyboard. I can't think of all the important junk I have lost if the keyboard doesn't dry out and startup. Just thinking of the 515 Soltaire wins with only 8 lost games makes me devastated.

My mom apparently fell out of bed and ended up with a broken wrist last week. She now has a pretty blue cast on her arm and isn't aware there's anything wrong with that. She is very surprised several times a day when she is reminded that she has a broken wrist. She had a great time at the clinic getting her cast as the team there liked to tease her about how her wrist got broken by asking if she was dancing on the tables.

The week before Christmas was busy with meetings of old friends. The highlight of the week had to be taking Lucas to Coeur d'Alene to travel by boat to Santa's Northpole workshop. The roads that evening were slick ice but nothing could stop Claire and I from seeing the Northpole and the grandson's reaction to it. We slid carefully to the boat dock and back for the 45 minute ride to hear Santa read Lucas' name on the nice list. Next year we'll be on the boat earlier before the ice forms.

Your Christmas with Hank's son, Richard, sounds so nice. You enjoy that couple so much and will have fun watching the grandson. I was beside myself with a Christmas letter from you. That simple "Love,Judy" on your card was something I could always complain about.

Claire and I are at Cyd's this week. I am babysitting while the others get birthday supplies for the John Deere party Saturday when the twins turn two. Hope you have a Happy New Year.