Our family celebrates Christmas all week, but the big blow-out is on Christmas Eve, when we invite friends, family, in-laws and outlaws over to the house for the evening meal. Milady and I decided years ago to map out that evening as ours and that lets the kids have one less thing to schedule for Christmas day. Every parent wants to be home Christmas morning with their young'unns and the other side of their respective family wants to see them as well. So, Christmas Eve, the PawPaw house is busy, festive, and noisy. Lots of treats for the dog, lots of grandkids to supervise, lots of friends from whence to beg food. Christmas eve is a festive occasion.
The next morning, not so much. Christmas Day at PawPaw's house is a quiet affair. The pup wonders what happened to all the fun, and he gets in a humbug mood.
That's okay, Pup. Later on, we'll break out the leftovers and see if they left us anything to eat.
Merry Christmas from the Dawg.
Merry Christmas to you and yours PawPaw.
ReplyDeleteBlessings of the season to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteI had a WONDERFUL time with y'all last night. You and Jane throw such a good party.
ReplyDeleteHope you have a great day.
Love ya, Patty
Merry Christmas to you and your family...and, of course, the Dawg.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas from the Rivrdog household, who did like you and is now standing down for the real Christmas Day.
ReplyDeleteAnd Houdini, the Hiding Cat, wishes your dawg the best. Houdini hid from the houseful of guests, but came down quickly after the last one left to scope out those wonderful New York Roast Beef smells, which I'm now renewing by boiling up the bones from that roast into a fine Beef Barley Soup...