Christmas in Dixie

Here, at long last, are some of my photos from our trip home for Christmas.

My family's tree:

Yay, waffle breakfast! Every Christmas morning, my Granddaddy makes the best waffles you can imagine. Left to right, you have Clyde (the golden retriever), my aunt (who isn't really a cyborg...contrary to what the thing in her ear might lead you to believe), my mom, mom's new husband (we were all very excited to get to meet him at Christmas), my Granddaddy (the Waffle King), Patrick (the Boston terrier), my Nanny, and Paul's leg:
This one is a little blurry, because I cropped it from a terrifically unflattering picture of Paul and me in front of the tree. But you can see all our stockings, here. Mine is the super-awesome one on the right, with the appliqued scene of Santa checking his list. I'm pretty sure it's the only stocking in the world that is cooler than our tweed ones.
Almost immediately after waffles, we headed to Memphis for Christmas with Paul's family. Here are the stockings at his parents' house, all hung by the chimney with care:


Here's a small fraction of the chaos fun from the family Christmas celebration at Paul's grandmother's house. (It really is a lot of fun. An overwhelming number of people in a teeny-tiny space, yes, but very enjoyable.) This shot doesn't really even begin to show you how many people were there, but you can get an idea if you triple the number of people you see here but only double the amount of space.

The trip was something of a whirlwind, but it was SO nice to get home and see everyone. (The warm weather didn't hurt, either!)