We finally bought a fine fur tree and trimmed her with our collection of heirloom ornaments: sparkling glass balls, handmade gems from our youth, silver bells, and a traditional fat-lipped fish with a lady face. Rhys just learned to kiss, lovingly puckering his moist maw for most any occasion, even if you only ask for a hug. Unable to resist a pair of perfectly kissable lips, Rhys made out with the lady fish for a while, then we hung her high out of reach of her little lover boy.
As Doodie peered down from atop the soup, judging our actions naughty or nice, Kelly and I pretended to be Christmas Trees, balancing the Santa tree topper on our head just for the fun. I finished our trim job by placing the Santa, needlepointed with love by my mom in 1980 and bequeathed to me last Christmas, on top of our fancy, fat spruce.
We trimmed the tree last Sunday. Since then (it's now Friday) we've hosted three holiday parties at our house. Grandma Mary came in for a quick pre-Xmas visit with the boys. We planned to take her out for a nice hot meal, but ordered in Little India - too pooped to rally for a an evening out and away from Crew KRB. Catherine has been asleep on the couch before 8pm most nights this week.
Did you see the photo of Beckett? He's getting cuter and balder.
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