Christmas morning. Our first Christmas in our new home. We have so much to be thankful for. We not only have all three of our beautiful children with us for the holidays, but Dad is visiting as well. Our greatest gift is being able to celebrate this holiday season surrounded by our family.
Steve and I woke about 7:00 am. The house was very quiet. We have barely figured out where to put furniture, and I am sure some of it will move around over the next couple of months. But there is a perfect place for a Christmas tree in our Family Room.
I like looking around and seeing "old" things that make this house our "home". Maybe it's just me, but many objects hold memories for me. The tiny, child's chair in the corner (picture above) was Dad's, and sat by his fireplace in his house on Bowdoin Street, in Springfield, Massachusetts. Now it sits by our fireplace. The large sofa pillows also were handed down to us from Dad. The Santa on the fireplace hearth was a gift to us from Becky, several years ago. It always makes us smile when we jiggle it. The Christmas stockings have stories to tell. Steve's is the oldest, from when he was a boy.
People started stirring about 8:00 am, and by 10:00 am all the presents had been unwrapped. (Steve is doing the Santa "jiggle" in the picture above.)
The large cardboard box by Steve holds a "new" tiffany lamp, for Steve's desk in the Office. A new lamp, for the Lamps' new home.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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