My highlight of the day: Putting Mason in his Christmas Eve outfit, which didn't quite fit... The outfit SAID 9 months! Buuut didn't quite fit. Please notice, above, my baby in his short pants. We did learn that a 12 month is a much better fit.
We went to Gammy's to await Christmas morning. We were welcomed by Great Grandpa Roy, Great Aunt Pam, Great Uncle Mike, Uncle Michael and Gammy. Great Auntie Pam was quickly put to work because Gammy can't seem to stop giving and had to finish up family calendars and homemade candy (for the entire family and friends of friends of friends of friends)... I'm not going to get into the organizing of candy boxes and pizzelles... Point is, Gammy had a lot to do. I could not keep up and had my eyes closed by 10pm... I caught Gammy up at 4am and she was ASKING to take care of Mason! I had to MAKE her go to bed (and "reluctantly" let her and Mason enjoy the rest of the 'evening/morning')!
We woke up and had our traditional Christmas keepsake of our picture at the top o' the stair before seeing what Santa brought... our new tradition of including Gammy.
Mason received blocks, linking logs, toys, books, a babushka hat... too much to mention! Although, he mostly enjoyed the paper and boxes...
After all gifts were received, Dad averted our attention to the living room where there were Daddy hand made gifts... Daddy allowed Mommy to pick the gift that she preferred.
It's hard to top that Christmas morning but we persevered and had a wonderful feast of ham, brisket, pork loin, scallop potatoes, green bean casserole, frog eyed salad and the infamous Christmas jello, which was shared by my closest 26 relatives.

Happy Holidays,
Matt, Missy, Mason

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