It didn't seem like Christmas

For the most part, it was a good Christmas. Drove down to Pensacola, Florida and delivered a 42-inch TV and bag of candy to the 17-year-old who took no for an answer and insisted that I travel in frigid cold.  The 2-hour, 45-minute drive was not as bad as I imagined. We did our usual BBQ lunch, went to a department to make nothing was missed. She found LED lights and another t-shirt to go with the other stuff.
I wrapped up the other part by visiting home and my sister recovering from knee surgery. I was not disappointed of her inability to cook, just another family members not volunteering to step up. Her friends came to her rescue. If my sister asked me, I'd arrange food in times like these. Especially for New Year's Day
I have to spend part of Christmas Monday (the holiday because it fell on a Sunday) working. I'm used to that, meaning it feels like a Mississippi Christmas.