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Christmas

Christmas is food, maybe open a present, food, food, and maybe another present. I'm not sure when food became more important than wrapped socks, but the image of pumpkin pie, ham and all the usual goodies superseded Santa's offerings quite a while ago.




Cherry pie, rice kris pie treats and other goodies line the counter.


Pumpkin pie and puppy chow are such a tradition with us that it wouldn't be the holidays without them. 


Norah's first Christmas was a gas and although she didn't quite get into the gift exchange, she certainly loved the attention. 


Everyone at work, while I, well, I apparently recorded the day.



Norah's first computer.







Kenzie gets prettier every day.


I am sharing my homemade ice cream.  Stop the presses.  I am sharing my homemade ice cream.   


Brendan, rachel and Drew.


Santa's little, er big helper passing out the presents.








So another Christmas passes into history.  Lots of food, and fun day with all the kith and kin.  What's kith?  I like Christmas but as I have said many times "Celebrating Christmas in Florida is like having Spring Break in the Antarctic."  Turned out the Midwest had the same kind of winter we did.  Mild temps down here with only a day or two when the heat had to be turned on in the morning to get the chill out of the air.  Otherwise, weather down here is like watching fake grass growing.   Hurricanes my ass - this part of the state hasn't had landfall in 99 years.  Just endless boring blue skies and warm temps.  Oh, and Santa found me, with lots of great presents, toys and useful items.   

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