I followed the children's thumping heels downstairs in the early morning and found them in darkness, taking turns with the new Fantastic Four Omnibus John had given them the night before.
Annika asked me to take a picture of her with her (obviously hers) cookie,
while Aidan turned professional and just ate the thing.
John was the greatest this year. Several hours after the customary sugar cereal, eggnog, and cookies for breakfast, right when the lack of Real Food was dragging us all down, he sent his waitress around to gather orders for anything we wanted. Homemade waffles, berry pancakes, hash browns, omelets to order, sausage, bacon, ham, juice-- you name it. And we did.
The best part is that when I asked for the check, the waitress brought me my bill: "Omelet, meat lover's, glass of orange juice. Total = 1 kiss for the cook." He didn't even charge me for the best hash browns I've ever eaten. THAT I can handle, folks.
Annika took my favorite picture of the day. It shows John tallying up our score from the game he'd just taught me. Ninety-something to twenty-two. At least I
And that night a silver ring lassoed the moon. A good end to a good day.
What a sweet Christmas. I love being invited to view this. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome. You're invited here is PERSON, too, you know, anytime you like. :)
ReplyDelete(As long as you don't mind us wearing our pajamas for two straight days...)
ReplyDeleteYes! I'm planning a PJ invasion.
ReplyDeleteLove that picture two photos up. Sounds like a wonderful Christmas Day.
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