I'm sitting here, in my parents' greatroom, in front of the fire. Surrounded by family, and the smells of cooking bacon and dutch apple pancakes. Soon, my brother will arrive, and the three of us (my cousin the third) will begin the ritual opening of the stockings, with their strange booty. Then presents, of course, and breakfast, and my mother will begin preparing the ham. Yesterday we started a new tradition with the christmas eve white elephant exchange. I get to stay here for several more days and revel in the layered warmth. I spent the night before last playing a massive board game with friends. I lost horribly (and played even worse than that would imply). But I got to play a huge board game. And then when I finish that, I go to Michigan with one of my best friends to do New Years proper. And finally I return to my life in Mountain View. Where everything is so nearly perfect that it's a little terrifying.

Today, life is perfect. All week. So many good things. I frequently have to battle tears of happiness, these days. I am embarrassed by my riches.

Merry Christmas, all.