One of the customer quilts was rather large. I didn't get a nice picture of it.
Following the recital there was construction of gingerbread houses. The gingerbread didn't cooperate, and graham crackers were substituted.
We blamed it on frosting that was too softly whipped. Certainly it wasn't the fault of the workers!
The following weekend was Grandparents' Day at Spicy's school.
I drove home from California the Saturday before Christmas. There were preparations to be made for the big day. My husband had invited homeless veterans for Christmas dinner. We had planned on serving turkey, ham, potatoes, stuffing, vegetables, rolls, pumpkin pie and apple pie.
Christmas Eve day I made potato casserole, pumpkin and apple pies, and got the stuffing casserole ready.
Then it was Christmas morning. With just my Dear Motorcycle Dude and me, presents opening is a much calmer affair than in years past. Around noon we got the ham in the crock pot and the turkey in the oven. I started the dough for rolls.
About the time we were expecting homeless veterans to show up we got a call letting us know they would be a little late. Well, the nerve of them! A free meal and they were going to be late?!
Finally, we saw the headlights of their car. Motorcycle Dude opened the door and called me to come meet the veterans. Only they weren't veterans. They were my Dear Daughter, Spicy, Bubba, Baby G, and my Dear Son-in-Law. I was so shocked! It took me several moments to realize they were really there. Tears flowed freely, to say the least.
It was the best, most surprising present I've ever received. It was the idea of my DSIL. Wouldn't you say he's just the best ever?
There was a light snowfall on the 26th, and Spicy had a wonderful time in the snow. Bubba didn't care for it much. He preferred watching her frolic, rather than getting all cold and wet.
Baby G and I just enjoyed watching the fun.