Christmas means that Queen B. and Dad are arguing over if Dad is going to make spaghetti for Christmas Day or not, because he uses every pot and pan in the house and gets spaghetti sauce all. over. the kitchen.

Christmas also means my husband explaining to me that making him go to the mall on Christmas Eve is grounds for divorce.

Christmas means that the dogs have destroyed the presents that were under the tree, in search of their apple-pumpkin chewy bones.

Christmas means debating whether or not to adjust the crooked tree, since its been like that for a month?

And Christmas means not getting too caught up in gifts and food and everything else, and just enjoying the holiday.

In our case, that’s on the couch snuggled up with one of our favorite dogs.

Happy Christmas everyone!