We all went into the house feeling glum, with our daughter saying that everything was fine-the kids had plenty of presents under the tree. My husband stewed about it for a while, then he called his brother, who lives across the street from us, and the next thing I knew, he said he was driving back to get the presents. His brother was going to pick up the box of gifts and bring them over and meet my husband half way on the Interstate.
In the end, the presents arrived, we had a great supper and then went to Christmas Eve service at their church. Christmas Day was so wonderful. No tears or fights - only joy and happiness and being together. The only thing missing was our oldest daughter and her husband and son. However, they were down in sunny Florida, where it was 80 degrees. We stayed until the day after Christmas and then headed home after lunch, bringing Benjamin, the 15 year old with us. He has to go home tomorrow, though.