Shoveling is done.
Let’s go!
Cleaning the windshield is funny.
Always Nasralla’s Farm Stand.
Got the goods!
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Glance out windshield occasionally, Dad. It’s fun to be four, like to make it to five.
Lunch is inside-out pizza.
The tree is exactly eight foot two inches tall. He is exactly twelve. Fear me.
Merry Christmas baby, you sure did treat me nice
Merry Christmas baby, you sure did treat me nice
Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas
Now I’m living in paradise
Well I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio
Well I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio
Well I wanna kiss you baby,
While you’re standing ‘neath the mistletoe
Santy came down the chimney
‘Bout half past three
Left all these pretty presents
That you see before me
Merry Christmas pretty baby, you sure been good to me
I haven’t had a drink this morning
But I’m all lit up like a Christmas tree
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That is a cute, cute kid. The 4-yr-old. The 12-yr-old … I checked his feet against the Christmas tree skirt to make sure you weren’t fooling about his height. Wow. Tall kid.
That was perfect.
Thanks for making my day a little nicer.
Thanks for that glimpse into your life.
-Deb in Madison
You have quite an eye – the photos make a perfect narrative arc of a Currier-and-Ives Christmas.
This time of year, we New Englanders-in-exile dream of snow.
Merry Christmas to everybody.