It was the best Christmas ever. The three hour trip to Aunt Jill's was nap time. We invaded her three bedroom home, and I was suddenly surrounded by aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma and grandpa.
We ate Ham sandwiches in shifts while Uncle Joe played Christmas tunes on the piano. The little kids unwrapped their gifts and made a game of putting the bows on my fuzzy head.
My hair had just started growing back after chemotherapy, and they loved to touch the prickly fuzz. I looked around the room in appreciation at my quirky loving family oblivious to the presents under the tree with my name on them.