One day before Christmas, my raucous, blended family dropped by to see me.
Two bathrooms to clean
Three entrees to cook (turkey, pork loin, vegetarian)
Four mopey teenagers
Five employed, married, live-in-their-own-house, grownup children
Six rolls of Costco wrapping paper
Seven phone calls from funny-sounding people wanting my Visa pin number
Eight bottles of delicious, soothing on the nerves, red wine
Nine pairs of pajamas to buy for grandkids
Ten pounds gained on the bathroom scale
Eleven funny Santa hats waiting for little heads
And twelve months to recover my bank balance, goal weight, and sanity.
Feliz Christmas, y’all!