Well, happy belated holidays, everyone. Who's to say we can't celebrate every day of the year though? So, happy every day holiday, everyone!
Reading with Tante Centa. One of DudiDadi's (Uncle Rainer) books from childhood.
The Christmas tree appeared lit with candles late on Christmas eve. Before this quiet moment, where the children admired the tree, there was a spontaneous dance for joy that turned into an impromptu child-style contra. The mood was great!
Didi Patz (Mary) and Theodore. Theodore almost made it to midnight on New Years Eve.
Agnes not so much.
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See? Theodore was still awake when we were pouring the beer. And I mean... THE beer.
Martin pours Centa a glass.
I misstyped "beer" as "bear"about 5 times in that previous sentence. Perhaps you can tell which word I write more often.
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