Christmas Day

3 pm Christmas Day here, and Michael and I are splayed on the couch in a post-Christmas brunch haze. Christmas, Round One, is over, although we’ll be back for more tonight as we’ve plans for a soup dinner at the home of some friends.

Michael and I woke early this morning (I was awake at 4.30 a.m. for some unknown reason, although Michael waited till a more reasonable 6.30 or 7 to crawl out of bed), and opened our gifts to each other. One of mine was knitting needles and yarn… as yet I don’t know how to knit, but (with some help from a friend) I hope to learn.

We also Skyped the Gregory clan in Chattanooga, who were together for Christmas Eve dinner at Bebe and Papa’s house. We so miss our families at this time, but are thankful for technology which makes it possible to connect with them from so far away. We’ll call the Farnsworths in Alabama tonight–hooray for the lingering anticipation of more presents still remaining under the tree!

After we got off the computer with the Gregorys, we headed over to some friends’ house for Christmas brunch and a Secret Santa gift swap. Pictures below!


Michael, hoodratting in his fancy-schmancy new cap, thanks to Papa Gregory. I got one, too–perfect for keeping warm on our scooters in the winter wind and cold.


We neglected to get Albus a Christmas present (I’m shamed, don’t worry!)… so instead, we let him go wild with the wrapping paper and cardboard box debris of our opened gifts. This photo is but a glimpse of the mayhem Albus visited on our living room. Naughty pupster!


Christmas at our house. (See my loot on the couch?!) Unfortunately the grey sky has stayed the same color since 7 a.m. this morning, and will probably look like this for, oh, the next month or two (at least).


Sam and baby Adelaide glamming it up after brunch.


Scott was the lucky recipient of a ballin’ new helmet for his dirt bike…


…as were these other friends! Most of the boys have recently invested in dirt bikes to take out on the hills and mountains surrounding our home. I’m a little nervous about the whole thing, but at least they’re being safe. Right?


Michael was responsible, for the second year running, buying Noah a Secret Santa gift. He wrapped the gift in three different packages but Noah was transfixed by stage one and needed convincing that the other gifts were worth opening as well.


But once he did he loved the race track. Michael is trying his darnedest to bribe his way to Noah’s heart. And it’s working!


Baby Jack, all spiffed up for Christmas morning.


Last but not least, Michael and me, sinking slowly into that blissful euphoria known as food coma.

Merry Christmas to all!


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