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Christmas Day

On Christmas morning, we woke up around six in the morning and built a fire.

 


I set the table in red placemats and runner that we received as a wedding gift. The three boots belonged to my grandparents. I don't know why there are only three, but my guess is there is one for each of their three children.


My Christmas bouquet from Nathan. I still have it here at the table, and it is still beautiful.


My Christmas roast was too large for my crock pot. I was very upset and tied some plastic over the pot until the roast thawed enough for me to push it down and put the lid on.


It was good, really good. Dinner time was some twelve hours later, and I forgot to take a picture of the finished roast.


Later that day I finished the tree skirt I had started on Christmas Eve (obviously I intended to sew this some weeks before :/ ).

 
(That means I will have to leave up the tree for another month so we can look at it.)

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