There were twenty-ish little kids arranged in two rows, all wearing Santa hats and singing a selection of Xmas carols to the delight of the assembled parents and grandparents.
Except for two little kids. One was my daughter's best friend, a four-year-old with lovely long red hair who was happy upon arrival, but from the second the kids were led out to the chairs where they would perform began to cry and didn't stop for the entire performance.
And, to absolutely no one's surprise, the other one was my kid. She didn't cry, she just refused to wear the Santa hat, refused to sing, and refused to be in the front row. It wasn't until the very last song that she was persuaded by two of her teachers to put on the hat, and even then she would dance, but not sing.
Later, when Santa made an appearance, Jamie and Baby were the only two who sat by themselves at the other end of the room and flatly REFUSED to go anywhere near Santa. Meanwhile, everyone was exhorting the two of them to "Go see Santa! Don't you want to go see Santa?" I wanted to intervene and say "No, she doesn't want to bloody well go see Santa. Let the poor introverted kids alone. They'd like to sit here at the back and just watch, thank you very much!"
As it was, I was happy to get through the evening without her telling anyone to piss off.
The old laptop has died, and we ordered the new one a couple of weeks ago. It shipped, and as of this morning, it is in San Jose on a truck. It will be waiting for me when I get home. Don't ask me what it is. The Pirate got it for me and I told him "Whatever you think is best." Mostly because I'm too abominably lazy to sit there looking at a page full of specs and trying to figure out what they mean and how it relates to what I need.
That said, I'll be spending part of this Xmas taking stuff off the old laptop and putting it onto the new. And playing with the new one.
Poking buttons, clicking keys, trying not to lick the screen...
Most of you know that the Pirate and I eloped in February. Those of you who didn't know do now.
But our families don't know, and they want a wedding. His family more than mine, as it would be his first wedding. I feel like I should be nervous, but I'm not at all. I'm really excited. We're going to be surrounded by our families who love us, a very few of our closest friends, and after a very brief ceremony (I'm talking ten minutes if everyone talks s-l-o-w-l-y) we're going to have cake and eggnog and laugh and talk and have a lovely time, and everyone will know that we're married and we love each other.
I can't think of a better way to spend an evening.
So, I hope that everyone has a really good Xmas and New Year and that everyone stays safe and healthy.