So, like Santa (aka "Ho Ho Ho" according to Elsie), we had to cover a lot of ground over Christmas. We arrived in Atlanta the eve of Christmas Eve. Addie treated us all to a delicious Christmas Eve dinner including Elsie's favorite corn pudding. We got to burn off those calories at Christmas mass--Elsie spent the first few minutes of the service bellowing a festive "baaaaa" in the sanctuary, inspired by the sheep in the nativity scene. (And yes, Baby Jesus is still "daddy.") But before the first hymn was sung, Elsie was on the move, up and down the back stairs for most of the service.
Christmas morning meant more presents for Elsie. These generous gifts may have been upstaged by the herd of wildlife at 665. It is hard to focus on your new shopping cart and "See and Say" when you have three frenchies and a pug to corral. Poppa, however, had no trouble focusing. A Christmas morning Bloody Mary awakened his dormant Santa skills, and he had the cart assembled in record time--is there any other kind of time for a Howells? David muses...
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