Christmas Morning

So the day began with Michael coming out and finding all the gifts under the tree. We was, surprisingly, very restrained. We even had time to eat breakfast before we opened presents. Just a guess, but I don't think we will be able to do that next year.

Michael opened his stocking first. My mother puts things in all our stockings.

Here's one of my favorite picture. Michael insisted that my father read his new Bible story book to him right on the spot. Everything shut down until they were finished.

Here's Michael and Daddy putting the finishing touches on his new work bench. The Blevins family in Sherman once got Michael a set of tools and a hard hat. Since then he has been quite a worker. He is more handy than Daddy at this point. Bring us your work, but he isn't cheap.

Here's Michael and my mother decorating Christmas cookies. I want include pictures of them being devoured. Some things are better left to the imagination.

Here's Michael attacking my brother. They both survived, but won't talk about what happened. Post traumatic stress, and all that.

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