Christmas was long this year and big, so this post will also be long...and it's pictures will be BIG.
I moved the tree to this table and set up the train around it that night when we got home. Luckily I had already wrapped presents because I was pooped. But it was a marathon not a sprint...
Day two. Christmas.
Barry's mother joined us for presents Christmas morning.
The kids got a Leap Frog Tag Junior and little kiddie digital cameras.
Then it was off to Josh and Julie's for a huge Christmas dinner and all around shin-dig. Bumpa's tuna fish dip has Gregory's double dipping seal of approval.
This wasn't a present but Dahlia was having such a blast rocking out like "Hannah on Tanna"
Then Christmas exploded. I don't know who gave what but thanks for everything.
Day Three. Even MY excitement for the holiday was waning at this point.
Day three brought dinner at Mom and Bill's and more presents.
Then I raced home and put the kids in bed for Barry and took the baby to a Yankee swap at a friend's. I think at this point I'm just punishing myself to see how much Christmas I shove down my own throat until I resemble the fat man from Monty Python's Meaning of Life before his wafer mint.