Having learned recently just what "charcuterie" is...Daughter suggested we eat that on the first night together for our Christmas celebration. The word got explained, described, and over abused until it became hysterical. Competition was started to see who could use it correctly the most times.
Our smorgasbord weekend...
Charcuterie.
Meat.
And cheese.
Mother and son by the Advent wreath.
Surprise! Beach Boy delivered Nuzzi Gelato for all!
The party.
On Saturday we joined with extended family for food and a quick visit.
In the past we have started early and lingered all day. To facilitate our immediate family celebration and gift sharing we needed to shorten our time at the nephew's house.
From now on our Christmas will probably morph frequently to accommodate the needs of the ages.
I loved the messy fun of the weekend. Scenes with grandchildren all over the house will linger in my mind's eye.
Sunday morning and all made it to church. Even Jesus made the family photo.
I can hear a pin drop right now.
The children have left.
Macho is napping in his chair.
The first load of towels are in the wash.
Christmas will come in a whisper to us this year. I will feast on the echo of laughter and love in this home.
Happy Hanukkah.
Shalom.
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