When I was little, Dad always woke us up on Christmas morning with pancakes and sausage…
So this year I talked him into doing it again. Smiles.
Does this explain things?
We share a mutual love for weirdness.
My poor brother was sick and voiceless…
Everything about this picture is hilarious.
I love the look on Dad’s face.
Mom isn’t too keen on pictures with her brace, but I had to
show off her Christmas spirit.
(Forgive me Mum.)
This is me. Opening a present. With a homemade necklace and reindeer antlers.
A lovely scarf from my lil’ sis.
And that’s Mom’s head behind me. Trust me, I didn’t grow a funky pigtail.
Rachael’s socks are hysterical.
The two masters ply their skills:
This is Rachael’s “I finally found someone who can beat me” face.
The kid has unrivalled strategy skills, but Andraé was ruthless.
The boy has skills and a competitive spirit.
Have a very happy & joyous Christmas Eve!!!