It doesn't feel like Christmastime to me yet. It isn't snowing, and we just have too much to do before Sunday for it to be the day before Christmas Eve. But it is, and I'm happy.
I'm so happy to be back home with my family. I love Reed, I love being with my friends and having my own life way out in the Pacific Northwest, but I love it here more. More than my books and my dorm room and the sheepskin in the armchair, more than I love sitting and listening to Bartók with my friends, more than long conversations in Commons about Thucydides and Proposition 8 and Switzerland. I love sitting here at our old kitchen table and playing the piano in our living room and falling asleep listening to the rain on my skylight. Most of all, though, I love spending time with my beloved family.
So I guess it is Christmastime. I am here with my family, whom I love, and that's really what matters.
Happy Christmas, everyone!