Today is Christmas Eve for me. Michelle and Eric flew in for the weekend, because they thought Michelle wouldn't be able to get off work (turns out she got that whole week off after all). We bought a tree on Wednesday. First time we had an actual live tree in the house, on account of Dad's allergies. Seems odd, and a bit inappropriate in my opinion, since it's just not the way we do Christmas here. We just bought a little tree, and had trouble finding small ones. The one we got is puny, and a bit reminiscient of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree, except instead of being bare, this one had lots of small stubby branches, so it's really more of a Christmas shrub. And of course, we have electric sex glowing in the window (my present to my mom last year). Tonight, we watched The Triplets of Belleville, which my sister hated, which is a bit hard to comprehend. She tends not to have a lot of patience with meandering plots (she nearly snapped watching The Straight Story a few Christmases back). Tomorrow morning, we're doing Christmas, opening presents. Then lunch, a matinee of A Series of Unfortunate Events, and sushi for dinner. I work Sunday, so they're on their own then, flying out before I get off. And for the real Christmas, we'll probably go up to an Indian casino buffet (Barona?).