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Ah, yes: the holiday Death March. The really fun part was each branch of the family insisted that the real holiday dinner had to be at their place. Poor Patience got whammied with three of 'em, though I hadn't realized that the whole shebang had to start at that ungodly hour in the morning. Between the various treats sitting out ("you haven't eaten a single 7-layer cookie and made them just for you!") then a full meal ("don't you like the turkey? You hardly took any!"), to be followed by another house w/ assorted holiday treats and a full meal...
I only had to do the routine twice in a day and felt like one of those poor geese they force-feed to make their livers swell up.
Yep, any more Patience and I up there just celebrate holidays by phone. We even open our Christmas presents by phone. It's a lot of fun, actually. And neither one of us even has to go the hassle of cleaning the house if we don't feel like it.
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