December 24: Christmas Eve. One last moment of peace, before the magic and the wonder -- and the chaos. The kids were in bed, the stockings were hung, and the glow of the Christmas lights bathed the entire room in warm and soft beauty.
December 25: Me and my son.
December 26: Emma, playing Santa at Grandma's house.
December 27: We try to incorporate some of our family heritage in to our Christmas celebration each year. For many years we've had England and Sweden well represented, and this year we were finally able to add Germany, when we were given this German Pyramid/Nativity.
That blur around the Holy Family is the Three Wise Men. They were in a hurry.
December 28: Some good friends took Matt and I to an autograph party with members of the Utah Jazz, Monday night. I have pictures of Matt with all of his favorite players, but for my money this is the autograph to hold on to. Jerry Sloan, coach of the team, is the longest tenured coach in American professional sports - and second in the world, only to the coach of Manchester United -- and English soccer team.
I've always had enormous respect for Coach Sloan -- I love his attitude. He believes that since the guys he coaches are getting paid millions of dollars to play a game, they ought to shut up and do it.
December 29: When it gets to be 11:45 pm, and you're pretty much confined to the living rooom, your choices become rather limited.
December 30: Another day of shooting portraits. Generous neighbors and friends, and friends of friends and neighbors have been a Godsend to our little family this past month.
And one to go...