By golly, we got that white Christmas we've been dreamin' about. Way too much white and not enough Christmas, as a matter of fact. Knowing that a blizzard (the worst Christmas snow on record) was headed our way, we left for Norfolk Wednesday night in freezing rain and snow. The trip really wasn't so bad, and we even got to go shopping a little on Christmas Eve. The weather was all downhill from there. I will be breaking my Christmas blogs into three separate installments. First, Colby's parents.
We spent Christmas Eve as we always do: with Colby's parents. Our tradition is to open gifts one at a time from youngest to oldest. Now that there are 5 grandkids, we've adjusted a little and let the kids open their gifts before supper and the grown-ups open theirs after supper. The kids got great gifts. Grandpa Dean built the girls a doll high chair, and the boys played with their new games. I got two aprons (a darling, frilly one from Colby and a handmade, more practical one from Colby's Grandma).
Of course, lots of cards were played and lots of beers were consumed. What Vesely holiday would be complete without beer and euchre? Dean made us breakfast every morning, which meant lots of bacon and sausage. I think I gained 10 lbs. just from sitting inside and eating.
We also got to have a lovely visit with our friend Chris who lives in Chicago and supplements his love of photography (nightengalephotography.com) with a job moving expensive art. The things he has seen and handled are works of art we could only dream of touching.
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