Our First Christmas

I love everything about Christmas in an old house.  The real, old fireplace where we can hang our stockings or start a fire.  Lighting up the big front porch with old-school Christmas lights, and seeing people drive down the old brick street looking at them.  Nine-foot ceilings and actual space to put the tree. Winding garland on the staircase.

Figuring out the tree stand.  And our old boy, Relay, who was 12 in this photo. We miss him all the time!

Everybody helps!

Sillies.

Love!

Just needs some snow.

Not bad for our first try, and using only the decorations that came with us.

Playing outside instead of going to bed.

Christmas morning!

Christmas mess.

Playing football.