we woke up at the beautiful boathouse - at the usual hour of 5am. maybe it's a santa fixation that makes him wake that early every morning? we missed santa, but found traces of him in a healthy pile of pressies under the tree. a bit of impromtu nativity action was inspired by the scarf and woolies handed down from gran's winter store. little did she know that the snow would soon set in...then we slip slided along the icy drive to nuna and danga's (his inspired names for gran and grandad) for the chaos to continue.
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