Breaking with tradition.

For the first time in many years, my family decided not to go to the midnight Christmas mass. I was the only one who wanted to go at midnight as opposed to in the morning. When it hit about 10:30, I finally caved knowing they weren't going to change their minds. It's more important that I be there with my family though. I wasn't about to go to mass without them. Not to say I'm not disappointed though. There's something about midnight mass at Christmas that isn't quite the same when you wait until the morning (besides no arroz caldo when you get back from mass). Part of that's me, the quintessential night person, talking. I guess it's fitting this year, being an unusual Christmas season.

Time to remember the reason...