Megan got the task of toasting the muffins... and it all came together to be a festive feast.
Taffy always gets her own slice of peameal bacon, too.
Then it's off to the glorious Christmas tree, and the presents. And that usually takes us up to lunch time. Longer if we lose Brian in one of the books he unwraps...
The day being so lovely, the boys got out their bikes. They toured around the area, checking to see why the hydro was still not on down Port Cunnington Road, and chatted with the workers from Hydro One who had given up their own family time to ensure that people got the power back in time to cook Christmas dinner! Our power was on, so no worries on that front.
Later, we took our traditional family hike up to the Mountain Lookout. Taffy was in her absolute glory, ripping through the bush, keeping everyone in line.
I'm recovering from a cold, so don't have quite the lung capacity I'd like. Which meant stopping often to 'admire the view' (and breathe!)
There were lots of people posting on FB that
And what is winter without skiing? So Dave dug out an old set of skiis, and we headed up to the gravel pit for a little Sand Skiing. Tricky getting the wax right, as conditions change from sand to moss to gravel.
We were a crowd at dinner, with all Megan's family here, too. That's the best thing about the holiday, the gathering of friends and families. Carol always cooks a Feast -- fabulous food, and everyone brought something to share as well.
So that's how we spent our Christmas Day. It was a wonderful day. We hope yours was just as magical, in your own way, in your own traditions. Merry Christmas, and God Bless us Every One!