Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing;
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
It’s poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.
[Grace Noll Crowell]

I’m posting these photos for our family and friends who are far away from sunny Indiana on this blessed holiday. As we gathered this morning, we missed the folks who weren’t here and made sure we ate a portion of our breakfast feast (complements of Ruth) for each of you—especially these homemade sweet rolls and the yummy breakfast casserole.

First to arrive were sister, Louise, and friend, Ruth (above right). They were being entertained by a wrestling match between Kitty and Toby dog when this photo was taken. Don’t worry, Kitty out-weighs Toby so it was an even match. I must confess that we opened a couple of presents while we were waiting for the others to arrive. Some of my knitting went to these two loved ones. I received a darling tea pot and sweet sheep to add to my collection.

Joshua was fascinated by the nested Santas, hand painted by my friend Carrie. Then he passed out presents to his mother and new brother. A word to Grandpa—that tattoo on Josh’s neck is fake. Also, he was very excited about the helicopter you gave him, and he was delighted by the Spider Man video game from Uncle Jamie and Aunt Beverly.

Baby Michael Alexander is 25 days old today and has gained a pound. Here he is with his mama, Rachel. Among his many gifts, he received a pair of blue, hand knit booties from his Great Grandma Rachel. Though she has been gone these many years, I found them stored in one of her magic drawers—awaiting just such an occasion I am sure. I’ll write about her magic drawers in a future post.

Daddy Solomon is installing batteries in a new toy. Weren’t we clever to remember to buy them? And here is a truly happy grandma. What more could I ask than a babe in arms, a clever 7 year old bursting with energy and my furry buddy.I’m planning to spend the rest of the afternoon pretending I’m an artist while I try out the new drawing pens sent to me by my real artist friend in Iowa. Then I’m going to Ruth’s for a Christmas supper—standing rib roast. The blessings just keep coming and my heart is full.