“Yeah. The lines were so long mommy! People were hanging out in tents outside some of the stores!”

“That sounds awful.” Bette remarked. Angelica walked over to the couch where Bette was sitting to give her a hug. “What did you get me?” She asked her daughter as she attempted to take a peek inside the big plastic Target bag Angie was holding.

“Hey!” Angie said, tearing the bag away from Bette’s prying eyes. “You better not peek or you’ll be on Santa’s naughty list!” The three women laughed at Angelica’s threat.

“Okay, okay. No peeking.” Bette said, holding her hands up in defeat.

“Here, you can have the mail, momma. Looks like we got our first Christmas card.” Angie said referring to the green envelope addressed with gold lettering.

Bette took the small stack of mail from Angie and read the green envelope. “This is from Alice. She never sends Christmas cards.”

“Oh, maybe it’s a formal invitation.” Kit said.

“Invitation to what?” Bette inquired.

“To that party she’s throwing.”

“What party?”

“Don’t you ever check your Facebook?” Kit asked.

Tina laughed. “Kit, Bette and Alice aren’t friends on Facebook, so she has no idea what you’re talking about.”

Kit eyed her sister suspiciously. “Not friends? Why not?”

“I got tired of her tagging me in all the embarrassing ‘Throwback Thursday’ pictures, so I blocked her.” Bette shrugged.

Kit looked at Tina.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve tried.” Tina raised her hands in resignation.

“Alice is coordinating an ugly Christmas sweater party at the Planet.” Kit said. “And before you whine about it, you’re going and that’s an order.”

“I don’t have an ugly Christmas sweater.” Bette whined.

“We’re gonna make ours, Momma!” Angelica said excitedly.

Bette shot a look at Tina.

“Why does our daughter think she’s going to a party thrown by Alice?” Bette demanded an answer.

“Because I’m Facebook friends with her, Momma.” Angelica said matter-of-factly. “I got my digital invitation over a week ago.”

“Angie gets to come for the first hour or so. I already told her she could.” Tina said with a chuckle. “Alice didn’t want her to feel left out. The babysitter will pick her up from the Planet and bring her home while we get to enjoy ourselves for the rest of the night.”