And It's the 25th Day of December, 2024. Another Christmas Celebration in Central New York - Nice Layer of the White Stuff Caressing the Ground

Karal is welcoming the day with her morning barks at Mimi Sue for a bite of her bagel. Dad is wondering what day it is & why mom is always yelling at him (as he lies back for a nap next to all her empty Diet Coke cans and piles of holiday treats). 

There are scratch offs. Perhaps we'll win, most likely we won't (and there's that Mega-Millions ticket that could be worth 900 million dollars, but won't be).

Nikki's at the hospital doing Christmas care for those who can't be home for the holidays and Adamo is spending the day in Poughkeepsie. 

Casey and Dave are awaiting John's prime rib,  but they got mom her Panera cinnamon crunch (which arrived unsliced)(and is beyond sticky to cut in half)

Very little traffic on the streets in a quiet neighborhood and I'm feeling like John Boy Walton typing these letters to the page as another year is chronicled on Crandall mountain. 

And Cynde didn't have the patience for a Horton ornament tradition, so hung all our bulbs on her own.

This is Christmas. Chitunga and Lys are driving to Florida tonight (and he took the better bottle of bourbon ... always forgiven). The runny nose has returned to sinus cement, and I need to start peeling the carrots and potatoes. 

There's a ham to be baked. Oink Oink. And for some reason, Cynde has stored Rudolph's nose on the table by her tree.