A (Belated) Christmas Chronicle

Many apologies for the untimeliness of this post. But without further ado, a Christmas chronicle.


Sticking to tradition, we hied (no typo, real word, look it up) it up Davis Ranch to hunt for and cut down the perfect Christmas tree. After an hour of hide-and-go-seek  searching for a tree, we picked our favorite and carried it away.

                                                                   Cutting down the tree.

 

 

 Mr. Muscles here carried the tree all the way to the car. In past years, both Dad and Big Brother had to drag the tree back, but the tree being small and his muscles being not, only Twitter was needed this year.

A word about this tree. We named it Winnie the Pooh. It was very fat and very round and very cute.  We loved it so much that we had to hug it. And then it was just so fat, round and squishy looking we just had to jump on it. It was the only pragmatic thing to do.

 The tree was the finishing touch to our Christmas decorations. We had been slowly but surely decorating the house, adding new little touches every day.

 Christmas Eve the whole family attended Midnight Mass. The three oldest sang in the choir and the three youngest prayed from the pews. And what of Twitter? He was given the great honour of bearing the Baby Jesus to His manger.

Christmas morning dawned clear, bright, and sunny; none of us were awake to see it. But later in the morning when we were all awake (some more so than others) we were treated to a scrumptious breakfast strata, the result of Dad's midnight cooking skills. Big Brother had to go back to church to sing for morning mass, and when he came home, the time for present opening began.
We were all very happy with our gifts and there were some pretty big smiles floating around the house.

An Indian headdress from his big sisters and a gun from his big brother. Little Man couldn't be happier.

Our prima ballerina was all decked out in frilly finery.

Angel will be sure to spend many quiet hours studiously graffiting our driveway.

Our brand new black belt was very proud to show off all the belts he's earned over the past years with a his new display (handcrafted by Dad).

Whose idea was it to give the boys a knife set? Well, whoever it was, the boys are certainly thankful for them.

Mom's turn. Her annual photo album. Also, Big Brother got her her dream machine: a Kitchen-Aide mixer.

Our Christmas was calm and peaceful, a perfect end to a busy year and the perfect way to bring in a new one.