It was . . . fun.
Though many of said grandkids suffer from an extremely short attention span.
We did manage to get the tree up, largely due to the efforts of one daughter-in-law.
Gramma was over digging through the boxes.
Alternately exclaiming and wiping tears.
As always, getting out the decorations is a trip down memory lane.
Old and fragile works of art made by little fingers from as long as thirty-five years ago.
Many no longer able to be safely hung on the tree, but enjoyed only from their places of refuge.
For example, popcorn on a string doesn't last.
I love Christmas!
This is what we finally managed to accomplish . . .
|You can't see them all, but there are 22 stockings there. And more on the way . . .|
|What's Christmas without a mantel . . .|
|. . . or Santa's laundry?|
|Christmas Buddies |
|And just because we're Tolleys (Yeah, I don't get it either . . .)|
|And the main event!|
|And then I got to sleep with Santa!|
Don't you just love Christmas?!