We share a meal of baked and stuffed fish. We skip the Turkey, because it costs too much, as do the traditional Brussels sprouts. So we eat a meal of fish caught from the ocean just a few blocks from our door, and savor every bite. We top it off with cherry cheesecake, candy canes and cocoa. Since we are last on Santa's delivery route, he drops our presents off on his way home, we get to stay up late into the night and share Christmas stories around our plastic tree.
Morning comes and evidence of Santa's late night visit is all around the house.
He has eaten the cookies and drunk the milk, leaving just a splash. We have to vacuum up his boot prints before we can open our presents. Though we've politely asked him to take off his boots, he forgets to every year. Then comes the party with the rest of the misfits. The misfits are the social workers, teachers, nurses, and officers, who do not have family here.