The fire is embers now and it's 9:30. It's been a great Christmas Eve. I was wondering how it would go. My son, who is in his adolescent funk..... and my daughter, who is in her pre-adolescent funk... experiencing our first Christmas Eve without daddy.They didn't fight.
He was in a good mood. She was in a good mood.
We built a fire. We were going to go drive around and look at lights—me and Jessie, but Jason didn't want us to go... nor did he want to accompany; so Jessie agreed we could stay home.
They are in bed now and I have a lot to do.
Here are some pics of the night.
Jessie, in her room watching High School Musical 2.
Jason playing his PSP not wanting to be photographed.....
and running from me and my camera.
The kids played and had a pillow fight. Amazingly it didn't end with someone crying.Jessie being the ham she is.
Our tree.
Dang it, you can't see the lights. It's a beautiful tree filled with memories and hopes.
It's been such a nice night.
1 comment:
Your tree is gorgeous! I think I can see some lights, but against the white blinds, it might just be blinds showing through.
Do I detect the hint of a mustache on Jason's upper lip???? OMG, where does the time go?
Peaceful Christmas Eve. Wonderful.
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