Christmas in the park is magical. We had snow falling Christmas Eve and it was so quiet you could hear it hit the ground.
Santa was good to Tuck. He had a very firearms Christmas. Getting everything from rubber band and air soft guns to a crossbow from his dad. If only I knew how and liked to hunt. Then we would be in business.
Tuck and the new cross bow
Tuck and his very soft new hat (being very silly as usual)
Tuck trying out his new -20 degree sleeping bag (he has a winter camp out in a couple weeks for Boy Scouts)
Tuck and his dad on Christmas morning
Chris putting together Tuck's new sled that came in tons of pieces. I really owe you for this one!
I should mention that Chris happens to be one of the hardest working and kindest men I have ever known. The day after Christmas he changed the oil and put brakes on my car for me. I had been neglecting to put the brake pads on (too busy) for months and I shredded the rotors. I haven't seen rotors that thin in years. I was horrified. Add that to running my car 2 quarts low on oil that was black as tar. Hmm. He was very nice about it, only teasing me a little, but really I should not be allowed to own tools after this vehicle neglect.
