...and very nearly a happy Valentines Day by now. Oops. Not sure why I can never get up Christmas photos in a timely fashion.
Aaaand we're off. Raleigh to East Bend... 135 miles, 2 hours 15 minutes, $50 in gas, 4 bags of gifts, 2 Starbucks cappucinos, 1 Bojangles chicken biscuit with cajun fries and sweet tea, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Toto, we're not in London anymore.
Apparently, my Grandmother has decided to become a rapper, going by the name "G-mother".
Gift-a-palooza at my family's house...
The usual suspects: us, my bros, and half of my cousins.
And back to Raleigh... where the family papparazzi awaited.
I have that bloody Elmo pizza song running through my head day and night. "Yummy, yummy! Make a pizza pie! Yummy, yummy! You toss me in the sky!"
Jason celebrating his triumph as winner in the category of "Best Gift to Mom" award. Joe may have made her cry with a copy of "The Giving Tree" but little did he know that she had confessed to us that all she wanted for Christmas this year was a family sing-a-long like her mom used to do.
Bingo! Christmas-oke is born.
So, to sum up... Singing Christmas songs with your granddaughters? Pretty much unbeatable.
And thus concludes our last transatlantic Christmas. Will I miss the magic of watching one of the world's great cities transform for the festive season?