Christmas was very, very shiny. Jesus brought his A-game to St. Louis, the church where Nicole, Zac, and I attended mass that morning. They were mortified when I whipped out my camera, but what can I say, I'm a gawker. We sang some carols, led by a man with fantastic hair, and then listened to the priest lose his place several times over. Brunch, presents, take the dogs for a walk, Christmas dinner (at which Anne made a rather impressive spinach soufflé). It was a great day.
Zac brought his lovely wife Nicole and their fantastic Chihuahua puppy, Lily. My grandpa loves little dogs. In fact, although Uncle Jim seems to have been permanently scarred by his childhood with mean pets, Grandpa was constantly aquiring them for my mom and her siblings. They had a freakin' PONY! A mean, old pony, but still a pony. The cat, Old Tom, survived several rattlesnake bites, and then there was the succession of poodles. Grandpa loves Lily, and had her on his lap as much as humanly possible.
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