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Christmas At Brendan's

I had originally planned not to blog anything this week, but since I have too much stuff already to go it wouldn't be till February until I got the Christmas pictures up. So, perhaps a couple of entries this week to get a little caught up.
We had the pleasure of a nice Wednesday-before-Santa-day Christmas at Brendan and Rachels's. He fixed a superb Shepherd's pie and unlike the other get-togethers the entire family was present. Mackenzie and Drew, Mike and Nancy, and the grandkidlings, Alhanna and Michael.



After all those years of decorating on Chambers Street, it warmed my heart to see Brendan working on his house.  That's Rachel and Nancy on the front porch, perhaps having a hot or cold toddy.

                       The blue lights gave off a very warm and pretty ambience.

         Tree topper was lame but expected.  Rachel and her family are true Bucs fans.

                                        Michael and Alhanna playing hoops.                  

Hostess Rachel eating one of Nancy's rice krispie treats.


Kenzie and Drew torturing Alhanna.


Michael attempting to storm the barricades.


Nancy attempting to get a feel of our newest little mystery shopper.




Alhanna on overload.


Brendan and Rachel.



Brendan and I test driving Michaels new remote 4-wheeler, in the street and on the sidewalk.

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