Tuesday, December 29, 2009

...Christmas

Just a few days ago my house was busy, noisy, crowded, and filled with merry-making.
Nate brought his girlfriend Genavieve and his roommate Anthony home for Christmas this year.

On Christmas eve we packed five adults, one medium sized dog, presents, and goodies into a smallish car and headed over the mountain to my folks' house.

Once there, we played games, laughed a lot,

ate non-stop,

sang songs,

(Good King Wenceslas is "our" song. We know all the verses and have been singing it together for many years.)

and exchanged gifts.

On Christmas day my brother Tim and his family joined us,

and my brother Dave came for dessert.

(We shore do loves us some pie!)

Taylor (one of my birthday twins) and his newlaptop from Santa.


Anthony had mom in stitches. "Sounds beautiful!"

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A fun Christmas.


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This morning my house is quiet, very quiet, and I am enjoying the solitude. Happy New Year, everyone!

4 comments:

Leslie Morgan said...

What a lovely gathering of happy people! It is a joy to look at your photos. I no longer celebrate in any traditional way, but I still get my joy and I remember when my holidays looked more like yours. Both ways have much in their favor. Happy New Year, Doozyanner!

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Doozyanner said...

Limes, this was the first year in a long while that we've done the "Christmas with the family" thing. It took several years, but I finally realized that the drama was not fun. I wasn't sure how this year would go, but knew we had the option of getting back into that smallish car if necessary. Thankfully, we didn't have to. Of course, all the key players were not present--only 3 out of 7 siblings there. It also helps that my kids are now adults and have clearer vision when it comes to my family than I do.

Doozyanner said...

Oh and it helped having Gen and Anthony along--we always play nicer when strangers are among us!

Leslie Morgan said...

Oh, my gosh, do I understand this! Rotting elephant carcasses, I believe you once said. One never forgets the smell.