(above) High-fives to "HoHo" (his visit an annual tradition at the Gehret Family Christmas Party, which is held in the church basement because there are just shy of a million people in our family. Truly, it's so fun for all!). Hanging with Uncle Grant and his sweet girlfriend, Rebecca.
And tonight, on the piano, the one, the only, Beck Nahay.
Then... 'Twas the night before Christmas.
We took a spoonful of dirt from the flower beds because Beck insisted reindeer eat dirt, not carrots.
...and they apparently enjoy dog bones, too. Delicious bone for Rudolph courtesy of Sebastian.
Not your everyday cookies and milk: A green rocket in honor of my high school alma mater, of course, along with dark chocolate shortbread stars from Trader Joe's and some delicious soy milk. The note to Santa included one final plea for Beck's only wish: a "blue Mater" truck from the movie Cars. (see next photo)
This Christmas Day - one we'll never forget.
Ours was a happy little Christmas cottage, bursting at the seams with people, laughter, robots, puppies and good food (oh wait, the latter made ME burst at the seams).
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