I Hope You Had a Merry Christmas

Christmas Eve, we drove down to my parents' house. We passed downtown as the sun set.



Christina drove, so I took some photos.



The tree wasn't quite completely decorated, so we helped.



And then we had cake. It was two days before Christina's birthday, after all.



Christmas morning dawned foggy and frosty.



Cookies were eaten.



Gifts were opened.





'Twas a jolly time for all!





Then we took a break for afternoon breakfast.



Afterwards, Mom's sister and family arrived.



We had a gift exchange which somehow resulted in Dad opening half the presents.



Next came dinner, followed by dessert. During which, Amy committed food abuse. Oh, the horror!



I made sure to document it, of course.

Merry Christmas!