Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Christmas. Eve.

Daddy, when can I open presents?

And where is that Santa Claus?

On Christmas Eve we were out at the "country house" out in "the 40's" of Flagstaff, the cinder billies as the locals say -- Alan, Birgit and Naomi's place an hour outta dodge. We spent the early hours cooking dinner while celebrating the happy hours. After dinner but before the company arrived we made merriment and fools of ourselves, and once they came we did more of the same. Great evening, thanks everyone!



When the accordian came out things got a little crazy,
but eventually we settled down a bit.

Lots of good times but we were kickin it too.

Kian was kickin it!

Naomi was kickin it!

Even Opa was kickin it!
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Of course Daddy was kickin it.

Everyone was kickin it but these two. Thank goodness or we would have starved.



The kids performed a dance-vocal routine while the adults doled out the tough love.

Not bad, coulda been better but not bad, they said.

Here's a sneak peak at Christmas day:



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