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Fun, Old-fashioned Family Christmas

It's December 4, we have a couple inches of snow on the ground, the decorations are up, white candles are in each window, Husband hasn't started his shopping, Christmas cards are mailed (Hey there to anyone following the link on the card) and we just watched National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Yes, we're ready for the Christmas season at our house.



In case you're one of our e-friends, I've included our Christmas card in this post. There are so many people that I do consider friends that I have no idea where I would actually snail mail them something.

Also, our card this year references Ryan's appearance as Santa in last year's school play. It's too cute not to share.


As I shared last year, I love Christmas cards--both sending and receiving--and I look forward to the opportunity to reconnect with old friends and swap pictures of kids. And since I did send out a photo of our prize Hampshire gilt, I will exclaim over your cute dogs and not roll my eyes too hard at your cat, should they be part of your holiday greetings.

Merry Christmas. I wish you all the joys of the season including.. Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... and an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer...

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