It was recently Christmas. Emily wore a hat:
She also left cookies for Santa:
Grandma gave her Daddy’s old rocking chair:
(Grandma’s kinda cheap that way! She didn’t even bring me a present!)
Grandma also read Emily many, many stories:
And there was snuggling:
We wish everybody a fantastic Christmas:
Emily is finally old enough to participate in the family holiday tradition of fondling a rubber chicken in its bikini area:
She has, quite suddenly, mastered her name puzzle:
My parents and Emily went to Kentucky for the holiday — I think they were visiting an old Scientologist colony — and they had Thanksgiving dinner at a Tex-Mex place:
It makes no sense to me, either. They sent me off to the detention farm. Otherwise, I might have a better report.
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