|Finessa, Camille and Tuffy|
Christmas Day was spent opening gifts, feasting on turkey and watching the snow melt. In the evening the kids wanted to play Cards Against Humanity. It is politically incorrect and a bit crass -- not something you would play with your mother and grandfather but that is exactly what the kids proposed. Brett was buried in a football game and declined joining us. My father is a retired university professor, quiet, serious, and about as far from silly as you can imagine. I'm very much like him in that way. But that evening, we were all laughing so hard that we couldn't breathe. It was wonderful. The best Christmas gift of all.
My father left Saturday for home. Sunday night we had more snow; close to two inches fell over night and we woke to a winter wonderland.
The horses weren't impressed with the snow. They watched me taking pictures from their pastures and wondered why I wasn't bringing them their breakfast. Humans and their priorities. Sheesh.
|Lucy, Pistol and Jackson|
This morning, I headed into the office (I was able to telecommute yesterday) and the kids headed to Kyle's apartment in Berkeley. It was a magical Christmas.