Merry

This was Christmas with my parents this year - no tree, unless you count the weird looking fake miniature one in the upper right of this photo. My Mom decided she didn't want to deal with a new dog meeting with a shedding evergreen in her living room. Can't blame her. Keefer can be a handful. Little punk. But so cute. (See pictoral evidence below)




My bro and his wife packed up and spent the night under my parents roof as well - we stayed up and played Lord of the Rings Monopoly in our pj's, and had a slow morning with a big breakfast and an interesting discussion about AIDS in Africa. (Random, for Christmas morning...) And then we opened presents. I got a talking Nacho Libre pen, which served to amuse me for hours. I got some other stuff too, but Christmas just gets ever-so practical after a certain age. Depressing.




My youngest nieces got this finger-puppet stage for Christmas, among other things. They promptly put on a series of shows. I love this picture, just because of the expression on Bridget's face.