After some unexpected challenges, the family is finally here for Christmas. My parents showed up a day early to avoid the nasty weather that was forecast for this past Sunday, but Dave got stranded in Vancouver due to that same bad weather. His flight from Whitehorse to Vancouver was fine, but then I guess he sat on his next plane on the tarmac for four hours before they finally cancelled the flight. He never did get through to Air Canada to rebook. We got him a hotel room in Vancouver for the night and he got himself a bus ticket to Kelowna the next day (he almost couldn’t get a cab to the bus station, but that’s another story). So he ended up being 26 hours late — but on the up side, it’s the first Christmas in a very long time that he arrived at the same time as his luggage.

Justin’s new obsession is the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas, which he recites approximately 426 times a day. That show was one of my favorites growing up, but it’s wearing a little thin these days. Still, it’s better than watching endless episodes of Dora or something.

Hope you all have a safe and happy holiday! Merry Christmas!