Last week it looked like my Mom was going to be away during Christmas to help out my Aunt who’d just come home from surgery. But unfortunately my Aunt had a relaps, so she is back in the hospital. But that means we get to have my Mom here!
I haven’t had a tree in my home for 10 years. Why bother when we open presents at Mom’s house anyway? In fact, when we assured M that we would have a tree here, he nearly cried. Tradition means a lot to him, and tradition means we did it last year.
K thought the tree was fun to explore.
But she was really grinning at her Daddy, who was growling like a bear for her amusement.
Merry Christmas!