My sister and her family arrived late last Friday night.
They trimmed the tree and finished shopping and in general, and had a few days before Christmas to relax.
My Dad (aka Santa) picked me up at the airport at 12h15 AM on Christmas morning. I was glad to get home in time.
Santa left half the living room full of presents….note the fire in the television in this picture.
We started opening presents and called my other sister in Toronto. We played Smurfin’ Beer of course.
Top three presents of the day:
After a big Christmas breakfast, we went for our annual ski at Mary Lake. Well, Mum, Chantel, and I did. Jorden, Nat, and Darryl went for a hop, skip, and a jump down the road and back.
After playing outside for a few hours, we all reconvened at the house. Dad had been slaving all day over the turkey. We goofed around a bit in the living room (taking pictures and singing to some golden oldies). Then–we ate dinner. Dad and Darryl ended up in a turkey coma.
Can it get any better than that?