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That was about as mellow and as quiet and as stress-free a Christmas as I can remember (thanks, in great part to Patrick, Chris, Zoe and Conor's management of the Dish). Another reason: we didn't go anywhere. Aaron's in a show that didn't allow enough lee-time for us to get to Michigan and back, so we just did the stay-at-home thing, which in our case meant eating Aaron's mom's provisions, playing with beagles, and streaming Netflix.

Oh - and angry birds. Lots of Angry Birds. Happy 2011.

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