and in no particular order . . .

Yup that's one of Publix's chocolate . . . OMG I ate too much . . . ganache cakes.  Followed by our almost kitten proof tree:

 And what is Christmas without a stylin' giraffe?

Jackie did most of the kitchen work including cleaning up the whole mess.  Everyone should have a Jackie.

 And of course everyone should have a granddaughter.  Oh yes!

And, as promised, a little Italian meat platter:

The 9TS showing off his Rastafarian hat to his older son . . . and no, I had nothing to do with that purchase:

Everyone needs some Italian hors d'oeuvres . . . but watch out for that red killer pepper:

And polka dot rain boots.  Air Punch! Yeah! Air Punch!

and finally Pippin, who was the only creature to wander downstairs for the Christmas morning opening of presents, was going berserk trying to get the pompom off the Santa on the tree skirt:

hope ya'll had a good one.