Hey how 'bout that Christmas! I thought my favorite thing in the world was Christmas time, but it's not. It's being a father at Christmas time. Father Christmas. I know, wicked corny, but what can I say? The expected joy & elation grows exponentially when I have this little girl to read The Night Before Christmas to and fill her stocking full of presents and wake her up on Christmas morning. She didn't even know it was her favorite day.
Yuula, fresh into her grasping stage, was into the ripping into gifts part
she got a lot of great stuff, but none of it was on her list
her Jumparoo is a wild ride that keeps her occupied for about 7 minutes
this year we define Christmas style
the rules of Christmas are ingrained, they can't be taught
first ham ever, but forgot to score
Susie demanded no photo evidence of her visit
Uncle Vic & Yuula: Round 2 = everybody's okay
Grandpa taught her a few carols
Aunt Danielle has the magic touch for sleepy bears
Yuula got Grandma to smile
dinner was delicious, and we barely tried this time
the dessert tray didn't survive the night
Merry Christmas Mr. Bean was the evening's viewing, spiked cider was the beverage
around 11:30 at night, Yuula was overwhelmed by the spirit of Christmas and freaked the hell out
It came and went too fast as usual. This should be the saddest day of the year.
Somehow, it's not.
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