Out of the gloom, out of the fog, there arrived... in-laws.
Santa was in attendance. When Deborah and her siblings were little, they used to say, "Of course Santa is real! He's my Daddy!"
Aiden and Grandpa Renaud try out Aiden's new helicopter.
"Andy, quit taking pictures so we can play the game already..."
Actually, we were waiting on something/someone else before we could start, and I couldn't resist getting a shot of the identical poses.
Yum.
Puzzling.
Fiona shows Auntie Marty a picture she drew for her.
More puzzling.
We started a new tradition this year: When we finish the Christmas puzzle, we date the back of the last piece.
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