It seems that every year, around this time, my family goes crazy.  The first strains of Christmas music, the first glimpse of tinsel, the first twinkling white light drives them into some sort of frenzy.  By the time Christmas actually rolls around none of them are speaking (and that's on a good year).  This year, they started a little early ( Read more... )

I'm going to put most of this behind a cut because I'm sure it's pretty boring.

( Paris )