We have traveled to the only area in all of Minnesota that does not have piles of fresh snow. It's sleeting here, the temp is a bit too warm for snow. It keeps trying, unsuccessfully.
But it's a great storm to watch while we sit in front of our fire and play board games. The big lake is always mesmerizing.
Santa found us. There were socks, jammies and boxers in our ski boots.
Here's the traditional boxer shot of my men.
I have 17 years of Christmas boxer photos of these guys. Someday I'll put them all in a frame, together.
If you look closely, you'll see Paul's new scar. He's healing well after having his ascending aorta replaced and a new aortic valve installed. (Part of the reason there has been very little blogging going on 'round here...)
And yeah, I forgot to pack the Christmas stockings again.
Maybe it'll become a new tradition?
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2 comments:
Well, that new valve sounds like a great holiday gift. Merry Christmas to you and your bunch!
hhahaaaaa! So funny! YOu have a wicked sense of humor - I think those boots should definitely become the tradition.
Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you and yours!!!!
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