As usual, we all promised to not go haywire on the presents. As usual, we did
We ate dinner in the building's party room, which was a bit cold. Liam borrowed my hoodie, which made him look like a miniature Grim Reaper. He had a lot of fun with that.
We shall not discuss the aggravation of an 8 year old boy being able to wear your hoodie and it only being a little big for him.
After dinner, there was cuddling
and the requisite after dinner chase
When we came back upstairs to my mother's apartment, we found Muffin impatiently waiting by the presents
Carol singing came first. This is one of my favourite parts of Christmas. We each chose a Danish and an English carol and sing first and last verse of all of them, plus the one my dad always messed up. It makes it feel as if he's there, too. There's a lot of interesting interpretations of the Danish language by the Canadians and a lot of laughter
Then Ken and the Tinks don nisse huer (Santa hats) and dole out presents.
Janne and the kids slept over so we got do do it all over again on Christmas morning, to satisfy the half of them that's Canadian. And we woke up to this
Five centimetres (2 inches) of perfect fluffy, quiet Christmas snow!
And it's entirely possible the tissue paper was the best gift of all
I hope you all had a magical Christmas!