Delta and I have never been celebrators of Christmas.
Festivus? Yeah, maybe. That's a bit more our kind of thing.
But Christmas? With all the presents and forced family reunions that unearth historical resentments that were hitherto buried for a reason? Slightly more dubious.
But this year, we had a different take on the event. The Gins called us over to spend Christmas with them, their little Peanut, and the rents.
And, although the potato rosti we brought over could have stood for a little less time in the oven (don't think they're meant to brown and tough as pumpernickel?!), the day overall was a wonderful success. Seeing the Gins and their rents was lovely as ever, and little Peanut was in his element.
Every day we're reminded again and again how happy we are to have the Gins as our family around the corner.
Festivus? Yeah, maybe. That's a bit more our kind of thing.
But Christmas? With all the presents and forced family reunions that unearth historical resentments that were hitherto buried for a reason? Slightly more dubious.
But this year, we had a different take on the event. The Gins called us over to spend Christmas with them, their little Peanut, and the rents.
And, although the potato rosti we brought over could have stood for a little less time in the oven (don't think they're meant to brown and tough as pumpernickel?!), the day overall was a wonderful success. Seeing the Gins and their rents was lovely as ever, and little Peanut was in his element.
Every day we're reminded again and again how happy we are to have the Gins as our family around the corner.
Little Peanut, literally keeling over with excitement at all the presents.
As always, we set up the 'ol tripod and insisted on a group picture.
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