there's nothing I love more about the Christmas holidays than the gift of time, and the sense of leisure on Christmas morning after the presents are unwrapped and as the turkey roasts. Finally, I have time to catch up. Pictures of winter season and Christmas:
the first significant winter snowfall (we're not counting the one in September) gave us an excuse to fire up the woodstove, and roast hot dogs and marshmallows. I almost put a pot of beans on top, but lost my motivation. There was sufficient condiments and buns lying around to tempt the dog, and I really didn't want to press my luck by potentially increasing the chances of dog flatulence.
The dog, however, continued to get lucky in other ways. The kids put together this pretty, but largely inedible gingerbread house:
Alas, the house survived only a few days. Tassie, though nearly fourteen years old, still has the sort of cunning that manages to pull things down from the centre of tables. We came home to bits of gingerbread and well-licked gummy candies. This didn't stop Tim and Theo from picking at the remnants anyway, until we finally put it into the garbage bin.
They called it the "T & A House". We had to explain why this was not really an appropriate name. In retrospect, perhaps it is just as well that it was consumed by the dog.
There was the usual Christmas concert, of course:
Stasha again towers over her classmates.
why did they pick the biggest and smallest kid in the class to speak at the microphone?
The grade 4/5 class, during which Theo suffered the indignity of his class doing a rap song and having to shout "yo!" with the attendant humiliating gestures. Stasha felt so bad for him she gave him her candy cane.
Christmas morning dawned with its usual fearful earliness. Why dark early mornings must be celebrated with brightly lit beeping things is an immemorial custom from which there is no apparant escape.
To our salvation, some do come with earphones:
while others are relatively unobtrusive, unless you're a Dalek:
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