Amidst sporadic power outages and icy snowdrifts we managed to pull off our annual Christmas Eve dinner.  Never mind the transfer of the ham from the oven to the outdoor grill then back to the oven.  Never mind the lukewarm temperatures of certain dishes.  Never mind the half baked potatoes. 

The important thing was that our bellies were filled while spending precious time with those we love. 

My dad handcrafted toys for all 33 of his grandchildren.  Rubber-band guns for the boys, jump-ropes for the girls and blocks for the babies. What lucky kids.