Christmas Catch-up

Behind on my Christmas report. I'll blame my nose. It only seems fair. Here's goes.

Swedish Christmas Eve. Mom's Dup: divine. Being with just the CBF's for such a feast, a first.
Rice Pudding and poems: with the R's this year.
O's poem: free verse and hysterical, in the deepest of ways. (Something about a voice in the forest?) Luckily, we had the camcorder. All of the poems were noteworthy.
Charlie Brown Nativity: a delight as always, with new Lamby from the R's to make the shepherds watching their flocks by night even more realistic and ever so dear.
Mary Cassatt for sister and me on Christmas morning: framed and ready for hanging. Where? I'm not quite sure yet.
Mekki: Dad's nickname in Germany and what was found in chocolate form in his stocking.
(Thanks to Rich helping the Elves this year I got 8-legged chocolate creatures in my sock. The Elves know me so well!)
Breakfast and tea rings with Grandma H. Missed the W's this year most definitely.
Children in utter package-opening pandemonium at Uncle R's round their tannenbaum at noon, wide-eyes galore.
Homemade cinnamon rolls from Heidi wrapped up for the ride home. We made it all of three blocks before they were devoured. Delish!
Snow: all evening long.
White Christmas: fulfilled.
Yale Avenue: desolate at 9 p.m. Christmas Night as we bundled up and slid about the empty streets in a foot of freshly fallen snow on our OME walk past the Magic House. It's documented and dialogued forever, thanks to E. Rescue by our knight in white before we nearly froze to death, thanks to Daddah. See E's post for a much better synopsis slash proof slash pictures.