Christmas Day involved: being wide awake by four a.m., then working my way through my handy list of obnoxious tricks for waking others up; opening a mound of gifts (most unique were Lexie's gifts to her brother - hand knitted Dr. Who
Tardis socks and a very succulent dinosaur, while most heartbreaking was the Mohican Wind Harp I ordered for John, but which arrived with half it's wires snapped); partaking of John's sumptuous Christmas breakfast, the one time per year when he steps up to a stove voluntarily; being introduced to Rock Band: Beatles by son Austin (what a hoot!); seeing the wonderful movie True Grit: and, last but not least, gathering round the table with our nearest and dearest for roasted beef tenderloin with horseradish sauce, potato gratin, spicy roasted sweet potatoes, curried fruit compote, rosemary focaccia, and apple pie. We are so very blessed.
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