Weaving on

Oh, my God, what was I thinking, I burdened the minds of my readers with sad stories from more than half a century ago. Okay, now let's have some bright colours.
I'm trying hard to finish it until Christmas Eve, because, as you may know, we have a boxing night, not a boxing day; it is the evening of Dec 24th.
Yet it is unclear whether we're going to Stade as planned. My poor mother in law has a cold now, and we better renounce on closer contact, but before all: Visitors mean more stress to a mother than she would ever admit, and even if we offer help, we cannot do all the work she will have in advance. So our visit is probably postponed.
Obviously we won't have a white Christmas, and we aren't keen on it. I just saw the news from the northern United States and how the storm keeps people in the airports over night. No, this is not what we want. I hope they will reach their destiny in time and be united with their dear ones!