It's been a crazy, wonderful busy month.
Family Christmas Party and grandkids making Gingerbread Houses (a tradition for just
about 40 years). We started it when our children were small. I cheat a little using
graham crackers but the kids don't mind and there is no way I'm doing real gingerbread.



Grandkids playing with the tree

Digging out Christmas decorations I ran onto the box with my 3 childhood dolls in it.
This is the last doll I received on my 11th Christmas--the year I found out the
dreadful "truth". Sheesh--I was 11!!!!--that's just embarrassing. Ruined my
whole Christmas.

cold--but loved this one.