|Cousins, cousins, cousins|
|A room filled with family|
|Oma with the oldest and youngest of her grandchildren|
|Everyone reading the book of my Dad's stories that I had published for him. More on that later.|
Christmas Eve was quiet and perfect with just my parents here with us. As always, we feast on shrimp and cheese and cookies and punch. Dad reads "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and Randy reads the birth of Jesus from Luke.
And Christmas Day, we celebrate doubly. We celebrate that baby in the manger who saved the world, and we celebrate our own precious youngest child.
May you have peace, joy, and merriment that can't be contained in one day!