One of my favorite holiday activities is sitting in the kitchen and hearing stories. I'm at my grandpas right now - our christmas house - and already the warm and familiar smells of coffee and bacon are filling the air.
Slowly people will start to emerge from all of the various places they crashed. The grandkids from the basement floor, the adults from the bedrooms. Slowly the decibel level will begin to rise and there will be laughter and teasing and guffawing. But for now its fairly quiet. Just the coffee pot percolating and the bacon sizzling and two little ones desperately trying to keep quiet with a deck of cards