Santa Clause Conquers the Martians

Christmas has come and gone. It was okay. I left for Georgia from Seattle early Christmas Eve. It was a long flight, couped up next to an obnoxious child and his dog. Two of my dislikes, all cramped into an enclosed space. I met up at the airport with Grandpa and Aunt Celeste. It was good to see them. However, we then got to my other aunt's house, which meant that I had to deal with the infernal doppelganger child, Elise. We put her to bed, and then set up her gifts. One such gift was a drum set, the universal reaction to which has been, without exception, "What the hell was Santa Clause thinking?" It was my reaction, at least. Anyway, I also got to see the rest of the clan, such as Steven and Joey. It was good to see those guys. We also went to the new aquarium. It was nice. We ended up flying back New Years day, adn I drove back to Spokane yesterday. Chris came over, and he, Jeff, Trevor, Sheena and I made French Dip sandwiches. They were delicious. And that, dear Virginia, is why Santa Clause is dead and we are all his murderers.