Christmas morning has come and gone.  Such a lot of work for such a short time of joy.  But well worth the effort I must say.  With only daughter and granddaughter here with hubby and I for our Santa time we were blessed.  Everyone was thrilled with their gifts.  Granddaughter wanted a back pack and I managed to find just the right one--a Tardis back pack from the Dr. Who television series.  Thought she would never quit hugging it.  Daughter wanted a showcase for her shot glass collection which I was able to fulfill.  Hubby got his air rifle and air pistol--his wish for this year.  And from the girls I got lovely perfume bottles which I collect and wonderful clothes from hubby.  Lots of little things also.  Stockings full of candy and junk stuff.  Just traditional Christmas morning.

Then we had more traditional--cinnamon and orange rolls with coffee.  Later we will observe our other tradition--steaks, baked potatoes, and corn on the cob with a side of macaroni and cheese.  We started having steaks years ago.  Traditional meal on Thanksgiving and something simpler for Christmas.  Less time in the kitchen and more our kind of food.

The girls will go home tomorrow and I will miss them.  After times of bad feelings between daughter and I, we seemed to have moved into a new and better relationship.  And granddaughter is about the sweetest, lovingest girl you can have.  

The boys are with their wife and wife to be and their families.  So I am happy they are not alone and having a good time.  We had our party the weekend before which was so great.

Christmas is such a special time of year.  I remember sad ones but more happy ones.  Having a family and a special friend who spends her Christmas with our family party makes it all so much better.  I missed my Mom this year even though she came down for only a few Christmas's.  But knowing she's no longer with us made me a bit sad.  Dad's been gone 14 years so I have gotten over missing him so much.

The cats even got presents and they have been playing with them ever since.  Silly furballs.

Now it's time to give thanks and get ready for the new year.  Next Christmas will be even better.