An excellent feature of a large family is that half of them can decide to run off to the frozen tundra for Christmas and we still had enough of a contingent here to celebrate. The CE’s sister, Gail, decided to stay in Montana, not being in the mood for what she thought would be a smoldering campfire after watching news reports of the Thomas fire roaring through. Tina and family opted for a frigid trip to NYC, as did Angie’s boys. They may have gotten more than they bargained for, with temps in the low teens. Brrrr!
They all missed seeing Santa Barbara rebound from the latest natural disaster as only she can. The smoke has cleared, the weather has been fine and the holiday sunsets were spectacular. #nofilter needed:
We missed them all, but had a relaxing, mellow Christmas with three adult kids. Angie, Taylor and Daniel. Plus baby Moo!
Granny hosted us for a lovely Christmas Eve dinner at her retirement community before we went to church:
Christmas Day was awfully quiet without little ones getting us up at the crack of dawn. But then again, there was time to enjoy morning coffee:
The annual drama of unmolding the three-layer jello salad continued apace:
And it was disastrous. Ruh ro. Might be time to retire this tradition:
We did manage to have a very civilized Christmas dinner, albeit with many fewer places at the table than usual:
There were some memorable gifts:
And visits from friends:
And lots of good memories to cherish of a holiday with these three; Eeny, Meenie, Miney…
Wishing all Polloplayer readers the best of everything in 2018! xo