'Twas the day before Christmas and all through my neighborhood, all my neighbors were forced to take the long way out or hide at home.
We live in an area that is close to two minor and one major shopping areas. We also live a block from the freeway. You wouldn't know it when you're kicking back in our yard roasting marshmallows, but if you take a left out of our driveway and head down the hill, it's there. Normally, this location is super convenient. We can walk to practically anything; Barnes & Noble, Trader Joe's, Target, not one, but TWO Starbuckses, a Menchies, a Jamba, and the local mall and movie theater. It's nice having so many things so close by.
Except at Christmas.
At Christmas, we're sort of trapped. What normally takes two minutes to drive through takes twenty. The off ramp we take to get to our neighborhood is dangerously backed up. People who forgot they needed to turn left to get to the Best Buy but are in the right lane going towards Target suddenly jump out in front of me as I'm trying to take the empty center lane up to my neighborhood.
I'm not a big fan of malls or shopping or rude drivers, so I spend this week mostly hiding out in the house, leaving only when absolutely necessary. I stocked our fridge like a proper prepper, so except for Christmas Eve service tonight, we are hunkering down until the madness passes. That includes the after-Christmas sale seekers and gift returners.
So, if you need us, we'll be here at Casa Jones, avoiding all the craziness, snuggled up under some blankies, sipping hot cocoa, and playing board games.
See you on the other side, Friends!