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Here I am--fat, happy, and apparently no worse for wear. Overall, one of the smoothest, lowest stress Christmasses ever. At no point was I forced to entre anything which could conceivably be called a "mall", with the possible exception of the strip mall where my stepmother has her jeweller and that was fine (which is to say, lucrative for the jeweller.) The food was all not only edible but, in general, quite tasty. Nobody got close to killing anyone else and I only blew my stack for the stupidest of reasons once, despite having a peevish day or two. There was bonding, there was loot, there was cow-shaped cheese. Expect to hear all about it tomorrow when I'm struggling my way through the slowest-crawling workday of the year.