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I walked in the door and the smell of prime rib roasting in the oven was swirling around the house. My nose instantly led me to the kitchen where I found a feast being cooked by my mother for Christmas Eve dinner. There is no better comfort than a home cooked meal that has taken hours of heart and preparation. I knew this was going to be a great night.
As we waited for the prime rib to finish roasting, I put my homemade cinnamon buns in the oven to have to eat while we unwrapped our mountain of presents. While Christmas carols played in the background, we tore through endless amounts of red and green paper and enjoyed our “ooey gooey” cinnamon buns. The dough was made from scratch in the morning and they were drenched in butter, brown sugar, cinnamon and pecans. It was a perfect start to our unwrapping and never ending gorge fest that was to come.
Pat received his perfect gift from my parents, a toy helicopter. They made the mistake of giving it to him as his first present and it buzzed around our heads while we handed out each gift. This year, our photography skills came in extra handy. My brother and I had a photo shoot with Pat a few months ago for my parents. Their mantel has been bare since they moved into their new home so we decided to fill it up with our faces to look back at them each and every day. How lucky are they! We also took a huge family portrait this year at our families land in Vermont, so I had it printed and framed for my grandmother to hang in her in-law “suite”. The pictures meant the most to everyone so it is just another reason why we love being photographers.
After lots of laughing and trying to shoosh the helicopter out of our hair, it was finally time to eat. I, of course, brought my camera with me so I was able to get a few shots of SOME of the food. I’m getting hungry just looking at these pictures!
You thought I was joking about the helicopter?