Susan does have a good tradtion, and gives new meaning to the phrase the stroke of midnight!

I plead guilty to "Mudcatting," and at midnight here in Texas I listened to the gunshots go off, hoping none would come through walls or windows. It sounded a bit reserved this year--that's good. One child stayed over with friends after a night of watching movie videos, the other stayed at his Dad's house with a case of the flu, poor kid. He wanted to be with his sister. They were both hoping for snow today, but none arrived.