That means this year the Christmas season lasted about 26 hours. I arrived home around 10pm on December 24. But they were a nice 26 hours.
I've never missed a Christmas at home. I know eventually I'll spend it somewhere else. All the more reason to keep coming back while I can. Especially when there are people like this to spend it with:
|She stole my camera and took this of herself. She doesn't actually have a double chin.|
|Polishing the silver. Might be my first Christmas dinner not eaten with plastic utensils.|
|He's learning how to play. He entertained us with half of one song all break.|
|We went bowling, per usual|
|Grandma is not punching her. It just looks like that.|
Strangely, I didn't get any picture of Danny. Sorry, dude. You'll just have to trust me that he was there too.