Warm Holiday Memories

I am nothing, if not a slow blogger. I HAD to share this bit of Christmas with you all though. My birthday is on December 27, so pretty much every year we head home to my folks' house the day after Christmas. It's always a nice break from the holiday rush. I usually just sit. A LOT. OH, and that window on the second floor...yep, that's my room. :-)

And, as is Christmas tradition....Papa NEVER disappoints with his handmade treasures. These trucks are probably ready for an oil change....they've put on a lot of miles since Christmas.

One of Papa's biggest fans....Clancey Dylan.

And not to be outdone...Mema brought the drama with hand knitted socks........

....for E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. Seriously, the woman was a knitting machine.

These have also put on a few miles...I have a little one I nearly have to wrestle to get the socks off his feet long enough to launder. They're that great.

The piece de resistance....my mom's rum cake (and peppermint stick ice cream). The only cake anyone EVER asks for on their birthday....after we outgrew Strawberry Shortcake and Garfield. Speaking of Strawberry Shortcake....my brother still owes me a full functioning Strawberry Shortcake cake from the baker.....he LAID on mine. Yep, the only storebought cake I ever had (mom's were better anyway).....he LAID on it. I suppose in his defense he was maybe a year old....darn good climber...and it looked a lot like a pink pillow in the middle of the table.

Hope your holidays were warm and filled with family too.