Wishing you all the very merriest of Christmases from all of us here at the ol’ ranch!
I hope Santa brings you everything you need, and that you’re spending the holidays exactly how you want to.
On this day back in 1965, our mother was in the hospital giving birth to our brother, Darin. I’m sure she thought he was the best Christmas gift ever! Hmm . . . well . . . really, we think he’s all right, too.
The postlady brought a really sweet gift from our friend, Karin, that just made My Cowboy’s day:
(Karin wrote a tutorial for these HERE. My Cowboy thinks it’s especially funny that the reindeer poops out the Whoppers!)
And she also sent us a book, so he’s got some reading material for those days when he can’t get off the couch, poor guy.
I can only hope that my sister is making me my own private batch of Pecan Pralines, while I’m here at home taking it easy and working on some last-minute things I want to finish before the end of the year.
Merry Christmas, everyone!