Update.

I'm back from Muir, having wrangled an extra stopover due to my charming personality and the fact I know someone who works for one of the major airlines who owes several favours. Christmas - or winter festival, or Yule, or whatever else you want to call it - was great, did the family bonding thing and got to introduce Jane to snowball fights. Stefan dumped me in a snowbank for calling him middle-aged.

Muir is the same, which suits me down to the ground. Cold as fuck, tho'. The Pack was there, plus Moira and Nate and the munchkin, and it made me feel all nostalgic. But I'm back in New York for New Year's tho' - wouldn't miss the Silver party for anything. 'Sides, Christmas is family, but NYE is friends. Hope to see you all there!