This has been the nastiest case of “not the flu” I’ve ever seen but if I die tomorrow at least we had a pretty nice Christmas. We didn’t make it to church or out to see any lights so we just stayed home, opened presents, ate and rested.
For Christmas Eve dinner we had our traditional tamales with Spanish rice and a black bean/tomato/avocado salad. A neighbor makes the tamales and she was running a little late this year so we ate them right out of the steamer. They were really good. Ignore the tissue box, the flu was an uninvited guest this year.
Every year Katy gets new pajamas on Christmas Eve. There wasn’t a size 10 pair of pajamas to be found in this town — or Alpharetta, either. As a matter of fact, you can’t find size 10 clothes. The sales lady at Crazy 8 told me a month ago as soon as they get any larges in, they’re gone. So I went to the Disney Store after looking everywhere else and took my chances on a pair of ladies’ extra-small. She swam in them. The pants fit because I hemmed them up about eight inches before I gave them to her.
We can’t put any presents under the tree until after Buddy goes to bed on Christmas Eve. We never know how much is there until we bring it all out at once.
No one was in a hurry to get up on Christmas morning. Katy’s actually fine and she got up about 8 but Heath and I are still needing lots of sleep. So we got a little bit of a late start.
I went out to feed the dog and saw the fire pit under the tree and thought Santa had brought it. Heath said no, he just didn’t want to wrap something that big.
Heath bought me a new camera and I took a lot of photos just learning about it.
