Wake up....wake up the wife....have (um, nevermind
)....then start the bread......I got suckered into this about 10 years ago....I made sour dough bread to bring to Mom's.....everyone loved it, so now every year I get "Steve, you ARE gonna bring the bread, aren't you?"
So make three or four loaves, of course Donna and I have to share one hot out of the oven.....head to Middleboro about noon for the feast, bail out Mom with cooking her turkey (though we did make goose one year, and I had to do all of that at her house)....eat, drink, get full....head home and pop in my copy of "It's A Wonderful Life" to start the Xmas season, and try not to let the lipotenes (or whatever they are) from the turkey lull me to sleep too early.....
Of course, since the Pat's have a game this year.........