We’ve been too busy and I’ve been battling a severe cold to get too much into the Christmas spirit. Last year we had our grandson and daughter here with us on Christmas Eve and they slept on the futon to be here Christmas morning, because Santa could only find his way to our house.

This year she is keeping him at the apartment with her little 10 inch ridiculous tree and Santa is coming to the apartment.

Of course, he’s six and realizes that he isn’t going to get much from anyone at the apartment. He’s already asked several times if he can stay here with us on Christmas and worries that Santa won’t find the apartment. More likely Santa would get mugged on his way to their ghetto apartment. But that’s her choice and unfortunately we all suffer for the sins of our parents.