Christmas Adventures

This Christmas was a bit of a change for us; we stayed in Nashville, by ourselves, and had a small, quiet celebration. Kirsten couldn't wait for Christmas morning so Ira woke up to presents on the 24th. He didn't seem to mind.












After opening his presents, we went to the Loveless Cafe for Christmas Eve breakfast. Since everyone else in town had the same idea, it turned into Christmas Eve brunch. Ira really enjoyed the famous Loveless biscuits.



And so did Daddy.







The night of Christmas, we drove around looking at Christmas lights, something I heard is called a Twinkle Tour. The twinkliest twinkles on the Twinkle Tour were definitely at the home of the Possum, George Jones.







Don't forget it's still Hanukkah.