...and there were a bunch of them at our house on Christmas Eve. The pictures are of the newest member of our extended family, the Christmas tree with about 50% of the loot on display, and "The Older Children".
Marilyn and "the world's oldest 12-year old" (that would be me) were host to Bob, Laura, Sara, Slade, Sandy, Tyler, Sam, Gretchen, Jon, Missy, and Violet. Marilyn did her usual great job of cooking ham, hash brown casserole, green beans, and an assortment of snacks and desserts that would put me in the hospital if I ate them on a regular basis.
There were gifts galore, and everyone had a great time spreading wrapping paper around the lower levels of the house. My wonderful wife gave me a couple of beautiful sports jackets, I gave her a pair of diamond and sapphire earrings, but the hit gift of the night must have been Violet's red car.
There must have been 50 miles put on the thing doing laps of the front hall, living room, dining room, and kitchen.
It was a good time, and I want to thank all of you for being my family.
To quote Peter Pan, "I won't grow up!" It would ruin Christmas, and I'm not ready for that.
Be well.
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