I'm gonna say, first Christmas?
I don't think my mom would have put herself through this torture unless it was Christmas.
I was very into the holidays back then, or at least my mom was. We even had a green bridle for him. I miss these Christmases though. After dressing up in all the bells and everything a bunch of us would head out into the streets of Burbank and Christmas carol and collect canned goods. It was a ton of fun and I really wish I could drive all the way down there again and do it. I wonder if it still occurs every year. It was always fun.
Aussie was even in the spirit of the holidays.
Then there was last year, our beautiful tree.
Our horse statue with lights.
From the front.
And Working Man knows his wife very well. I think he gave me five pairs this Christmas, two Christmases ago. I think he didn't quite know what to get me, but he figured it out.
When I get pictures of our Christmas this year, I'll have to post those. For now, this is all I've got.
Country Christmas,
FFR
Country Christmas,
FFR
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