Ahhhhhhh Christmas time. The one time of the year I have a license to make my Mom cry. It's like a goal of mine.... a happy proud cry though. We had a blast during our little Christmas celebration in the basement. Mom works so hard to make it comfortable. It always feels like home no matter what. This house has been a part of our family since the 1940's. First being Grandma's and now it's been Mom's. It took me a long time to call it Mom's, IT was always Grandma's house for the longest time after she passed and Mom took it. But now after many years (although Grandma's ashes are still in the basement) it's Mom's house. So we celebrate life and family together in a magical setting that only my Mom could pull off in a basement.
Here you see Aunt Gail tickled over her Mobious. She loved the colors and texture. Greens ARE her FAVORITE colors.
Even my daughter... is not difficult to get. Although we were kept apart for 15 years I got her right off the bat! We are so much alike it is scary!
We had a really great time... the kids all had fun and the adults did too!
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