After spending an unhurried morning at home (a slight dusting of snow, opening stockings and a couple gifts, eating scrambled eggs, banana bread, and OJ for breakfast, and getting purty Christmas clothes on…) we drove down the road to my parents’ home to spend our day there. 
My mom decorated her house and finished her shopping and wrapping before her back surgery two weeks ago.
It just wouldn’t be Christmas anywhere else.
(The highchair that serviced all three of us girls and 6 grandchildren:)
