2016
This Christmas is like every other Whipple Christmas. The snow that was absent last year is back with a vengeance and I had to start the day by shoveling Granny out of her house when I picked her up to go to my parents’ early this morning. The house smells of Mom’s cooking. Dad is happy to have everyone under the same roof; he attack-hugs whoever he sees. Dylan can’t sit still if his life depended on it and is out for a walk. Emily spends most of her time running after Merry—who’s grown up to be a category five hurricane on legs—and Emily’s husband Rob had to leave for the hospital as usual; I think he’s on call twenty-four seven. And even though Mom put less bourbon in the eggnog this year, Granny still managed to reach the sing-from-the-top-of-her-voice level of tipsiness and is en
