It's not a matter of food, for sure! If it's a matter of time, it's because they've made it later this year than previous years and I know David! He'll leave as quickly as possible!

You and I see eye to eye, Sleeps. The food doesn't matter one iota! It's the BEING TOGETHER that matters to me. But then being the kind of mother brought up in the "old school," I want to feed them something that's out of the ordinary! You know... "Mom's cooking!" And I'm a damned good cook, too!! What the F***! It doesn't matter any more, really. I'm to the point of forgetting what December 25th is supposed to mean AND forgetting that I ever had any kids. They would all rather spend special days with their inlaws! Fine!

If I make tamales, it's going to be with my neighbors and I'm NOT SHARING!!