We started our Christmas by hiking up Saint Baume to attend mass in the grotto.
Chelsea was dressed as if we were hiking the North Pole, and French Husband was trying to up one on Santa Claus by growing a beard. Please do not say you like it! If you do like it don't say it on this blog. Please don't.
Sacha was sound asleep.
I asked, "Is this what college life leaves me: A sleepy son?"
Once awake he was a machine I could not keep up with.
Once awake that is.
My French Mother in Law chic as always. This is her hiking gear. At eighty three she walked up Saint Baume in heels, with pearls and lipstick.
As for me, this little hiker's legs who felt like they are going to fall off, came home to prepare a sit down lunch for twelve.
My Mother in Law and I made name tags the other day for each person, that is when I super glued my fingers together. Not something you want to try.
Christmas lunch started at three,
Eighty four dishes later we...
We opened our gifts.
Chelsea made Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer cookies. Chocolate covered pretzels for antlers, and red m&ms for his nose. Too cute!
My Grand Nephew, dreams sweet were guaranteed after three days of celebrating.
Merry Christmas Everyone!