My tree was down at 8.45am and Hubba knows it's all over until next year. Early wake up to go down to The Parentals and put the turkey on. Woke Hubba up early to open a few presents and while I was out of the room for two minutes, she managed to dent all of them so she could open them all.
Brunch was had.
We all migrated out to the farm to visit my Dad & Nick.
Nicki, Livian, Ngawi & Hubs.
The girls reading Aunty Jazzy's journal.
Rome & her Christmas bow & arrow.
Look out Katniss Everdean!
Some of us, but not all of us.
Multi kai cooker aka The overground hangi.
Then, like the bumpkins we are, the kids went on a rural sleigh-ride (steep hill and cardboard). When you're from the boondocks, you make do.
Papa Greg went Christmas fishing and caught a King fish big enough to swallow Winston the dog.
And that, my Internet compadres, was Christmas.
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