Christmas always brings its own rhythm — a little excitement, a little chaos, and a whole lot of family. This year was no different. In fact, Christmas Day looked a bit like a two-person version of Santa’s delivery route. We were out the door early, making our first stops with the kids and grandkids. Between the wrapping paper flying, the sugar-fueled energy, and the noise level that could rival a marching band, it felt like Christmas in all the best ways.
Once we wrapped things up there, we continued on to visit Mrs. Weeble’s mother and the rest of her family. By the time we finished all the rounds, I’m pretty sure we had just as many stops checked off as Santa himself — though he probably moves a little faster than we do.
When the day finally wound down and the house settled into that quiet after the holiday rush, the lights seemed to glow a little softer.
It was the first moment all day when you could actually hear yourself think.
The day after Christmas has become its own tradition for me. Every year since my mother’s passing, I pack up the car and head out to Ohio to visit my aunt and uncle. It’s a trip that feels familiar in all the right ways — same roads, same scenery, and the same warm welcome waiting at the end. There’s real comfort in keeping that tradition alive.
Meanwhile, the home front stays in good hands. Mrs. Weeble holds down the fort with our three dogs — Pennie, Buster, and Sophie — each with their own personality and holiday routines. Pennie, with her epilepsy and strict medication schedule, simply can’t be boarded, and honestly, she’s happiest right on her own couch. Add in a few family obligations on Mrs. Weeble’s side, and she stays plenty busy while I’m Ohio-bound.
Our Christmas season ends up being a mix of visiting, traveling, juggling schedules, and finding quiet moments in between to appreciate what really matters. And somewhere in all of that, I find myself grateful — grateful for family, for traditions, for safe travels, and for all of you who’ve joined us on this journey.
Whether you’ve been following Captain Weeble’s Travels from the beginning or just pulled up a chair at the campfire recently, you’re part of the adventure. Your comments, suggestions, and stories turn this into more than just a blog — they make it something we all share.
From our home — human and canine — to yours, we wish you a warm, joyful Christmas season. May your days be bright, your travels be safe, and your leftover cookies plentiful.
From our little campfire to yours — Merry Christmas, and thank you for being part of Captain Weeble’s Travels.
To be continued…