Christmas eve was quiet and lovely.
We stuffed our stockings and curled up contentedly. Except for Ranger, who was immediately transfixed and would not give up his sentinel in the family room...
We finally had to put the stocking in the garage so the excited little guy could get some sleep.
In the morning he woke us early, and eagerly tore into it with gusto.
Scott and I opened our stockings at a more leisurely pace.
Our tree was a fond pleasure this year. We had not put one up for quiet a few years.
In between mimosas we made a wonderful lamb stew, a couple of loaves of bread, had some fantastic Texas grapefruit, and baked a lovely pineapple upside down cake.
