|lookie, Mommy's the shortest.|
|looks like an eye sharing down at us all|
|obviously a UNM Lobo fan|
There is a great little enclave of adobe houses off of Old Coors Blvd, deep in the South Valley and the neighborhood association opted out of the famous City Bus tours. So that's where we went. It is so magickal and quiet. Peaceful and gives you a sense of awe. No Christmas lights, just candles in sand inside brown paper bags. With the charm of the full moon, it was an awesome show of beauty.
Then not too far from home is a neighborhood that has had tons of lights ever since I was a kid, back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. This is the best lighted house of the bunch.
|live Santa on the rooftop on the right throwing candy canes to the kids|
|The gnomes who greet our visitors|
This has been a holiday of new recipes and new ways to celebrate. Last night was my Hispanic heritage foods, this morning it was my southern roots. We had biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs. Tonight Christmas dinner will be a standing crown roast, twice backed potato casserole, broccoli pea casserole and southern Jam Cake. That's for the Irish, Scottish and English parts of my heritage. RyLeigh said he was glad that it was "free range" lunch, where everyone would feed themselves, because he could make it All American by eating hot dogs. Gotta give it to him, he does have a point.
Merry Christmas my friends, hope the holiday season only brings good things and happiness.
xoxo Oma Linda