It’s Christmas Eve, we’re here. Won’t be long now until the children are nusseled in their beds and out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, or however the song goes. So hold on and savor every moment.
Last night we went to the Frank’s for dinner. It was us, the Hetfields, and Luca Bruno and his wife. Luca would remind you of Antonio as he’s Italian and has a clothes store here in town. He’s hilarious and we always have a lot of fun. Our boys came along and we had another good time. We showed up at 7 so by the time we were home it was 11! I just woke up and told Lori it was 7 so we went into Home Alone mode rushing around like we were late for a plane. She’s in the shower now and I’ve called to both boys but don’t think they’re moving.
This afternoon we and the Frank’s and Hetfields are going to the Cowboy Christmas out at the ranch. It’s the place with the rockin cowboy band. That’s from 4 until 5:15 and then we’ll head into town for our 5:45 dinner reservation. Lori’s off to work, Ty wants to get to the mountain and Jag wants to go to Aspen for some last minute shopping and of course Harley wants to go to daycare. I think Mojo just wants the house to himself so he can relax and watch the Animal Planet show.
That’s it, we’re late, time to go. Merry Christmas! May God Bless and watch over you all.