Of Christmas, lamb, and foreparts

Yesterday was fun, if tiring. I got everything unpacked and put away, and then my sister, b-i-l, and nephew came over and we cleaned. And cleaned. My parents are badly in need of a forced dekippling. Well, Mom, sister, and I cleaned. Dad and b-i-l went out to get a tree and set it up, and took leaves to wherever leaves go (which apparently is not the dump). And nephew ran around being cute and tossing around CDs until he went for a nap. Then we had a fantastic shepards pie (made with lamb, even - my b-i-l and sister raise sheep, and so my parents get a lamb or two a year, albeit wrapped in neat, frozen packages rather than frolicking across the field), and they went home (to feed the sheep). I started the forepart for the 12th night outfit; it's going along swimmingly, and hopefully I'll have it done by the time I go back to work on Tuesday.

We're decorating the tree tonight, I expect, and I still have to wrap my presents. And, of course, get out the present I'm getting from my parents so they can wrap it, since my dad couldn't find where I'd put it.