Ice cream for breakfast
We had a very merry Christmas indeed.

That, I presume, is evident from this picture of the cabbage patch ear muffs I received from my father for Christmas. 
We had the great fortune of visiting with both of our families for Christmas. (Thanks to a wedding. Shout Out to Jesse & Laura!) Neil was quite festive on Christmas Eve jangling his jingle bell wristbands at my parent’s house. My parents always do an exceptional job of making things very festive. We opened approximately 1 trillion presents, including, but not limited to: a Spanish bull & matador set, an easter snow globe (which was then re-gifted to Neil’s granny), a squirt gun, 2 JC Pennys gift cards, 2 oversize DC sweatshirts, a sushi DVD set, and….look out internet users…. a digital camcorder. I suspect that the evidence of this gift will soon be posted since Neil has been video taping me at close range 24 hours per day since we got said gift.
It was quite the haul, filled with hilarity. Upon receiving a strange woolen vest with leaves sewn on it from my dad I said, “well, if I ever decided to be a kindergarten teacher, I’ve got an outfit to wear.” And, when Neil’s mother handed me a hand-made stocking she wants me to give our firstborn I dashed her hopes with, “well, we’ll be putting that one in storage for a while.” Approximately 45% of gifts we received were re-gifted during the selfsame season– to spread the holiday love.
Overall we had a (very) white and wonderful Christmas. The highlight of the season was when we visited one of Neil’s aunts in Idaho for “breakfast” and were presented with sherbet over canned fruit at 10am. Apparently in Idaho ice cream for breakfast is not just an unrealistic childhood dream, it’s a reality. Ice cream is a legitimate way to start the day in the Gem State.





