The presents were broken and scattered...

The blizzard started Christmas Eve.

After 45 minutes and a determined Dad, we made it out of our

driveway and over to our friends for a wonderful dinner and

Christmas presentation. We had all sorts of yummy food.

A white, icy, cold, blizzardy Christmas


This was probably the one and only Christmas for sleeping in. After a long night,
Max didn't wake up until 9:00. We did the traditional thing, then ate cinammon rolls
and little boxes of cereal for breakfast.

Nothing like the blizzard to break in the new hat and gloves.

Thanks to Cord, Heidi, and fam for the darling hat and to Grandma

Risa and Grandpa Barry for the doll. She loves them both.

Max got the train he asked Santa for. We videotaped him from the

time we got him out of his crib until he found it and touched it.

He couldn't believe that Santa really came. He kept saying, "Wow!"

...the stockings weren't hung by the fire with care.

Frohes Neues Jahr!

Santa won't come again til next year.