Crepes and crowds

The one tradition of my mother's,

that I haven't messed with or thrown out all together,

is Christmas morning Breakfast.

Mom was superholidaywoman,

(Yes this is a word...my mom)

and I always loved her for it,

but in my old age and new found wisdom,

I am learning I just can't do it all.

But Breakfast....

Mom used to invite anyone and EVERYONE,

come one, come all.

So some time after we clean up a little mess here...

And a little mess there...

(Malia made us all sno cones with her new ice machine:)

We start a new mess.

Christmas cassoroles...

And Christmas crepes...in every flavor of the rainbow...

And lots of other good stuff that we are all too full to eat...

I even set the table with REAL plates! (mostly:)

I hope mom knew that she was invited.

I wonder about things like that,

I hope I made her proud.

I hope Dad felt her in someway...

That would be the best present ever.

But we had Whitney to make us laugh...

And to remind us all to cherish each other for now...

Because this too shall pass.

I took the Liberty of adding a little tranquilizer in the O.j

Phew.

Time for a BIG nap.

I did it.

(We are missing pictures of other guests...you know who you are!)

Happy Holidays everyone.