There's nothing quite so sweetly satisfying
as Christmas in your jammies.
Here's T holding up a postcard I made for her
of her "home course" at Anstruther.
Clearly she didn't need anything else. (Good thing, too.)
Mr. D was thrilled with his "big presents" (here he's showing off his much-longed-for Eli Manning jersey; yay, Grammy & Grampy!)
And also quite taken with "found" presents
such as this empty wrapping paper tube.
The surprise smash hit of the morning was
a bag from Santa full of all sorts of disguises.
(Disguise pictures have been removed
at the request of
He Who Prefers His Cover Not Be Blown;
leave a comment if you MUST receive
a disguise picture via email.)
(PS: The new camera seems to be
working out well so far.)