Made it to Mom's house in record time. There was just nobody out on the roads today.
Had a very nice "traditional" breakfast (that we always have). The presents were great (as always). Diane & Melinda took off for southern Illinois to celebrate Christmas with Melinda's family, so it was just Carol, Mom and me for the rest of the day (oh, and the dogs, too Diane & Melinda left them behind).
The breakfast just added to my "uncomfortableness" from eating so much last night. Then came our "traditional" dinner and yep, that forced me to rest a bit and then leave. I felt like a sausage in a too-tight sausage casing.
On the way home, we took a detour. When traveling on Addison, there's this one house that is just over the top with their decorations. Some of them are on the house all year 'round (specifically, the stuff on the roof). We call it the "Feliz Navidad House" because, along the side of the house in lights it says, well, "Feliz Navidad". Last night, when driving Mom home from Diane's house, I wanted to stop and take a picture - but the place was dark! Tonight, it was burning as bright as always.
Sort of like another tradition. Holiday's are all about tradition, aren't they? And isn't that comforting?