Merry Chrismukkah!

Christmas morning.  Ricochet doesn't actually care about Christmas, he just knows someone is awake and that means getting pet and snuggled.

This is where the insistent meowing starts.

And this is where he thinks he really has me.

But I need to take pictures of everything before my brother wakes up, because he will immediately want to open all the presents.

Thank you to everyone who sent housewarming and Christmas cards!  And I have more upstairs, in my room.  You guys rock.

We have a lot of unpacking to do and I was too tired to hang the lights right, so they're just...everywhere.

At least the tree area is organized.  Ish.

And Jason's Star of David tree topper arrived in time.  It's just not Chrismukkah without a big Jewish tree topper, right?

We even have stockings this year.

This lovely ornament was attached to a gift from my stepmum.  We decided it deserved a place of honor.

And we have our "Jew window" set up right next to our Christmas ones.

The monster has arisen.  Time to open presents.

Look how nice this is.  Because you can't see how horrible a job we both do on wrapping things.

I'll be shot when he find out I posted this, but there were so many more!

All the stocking stuffers I gave him were food-related.  Awesome!

Housewarming/Chrismukkah gift from stepmummy.

Gargoyles!

This one is Emmett.  He's a bit sad.

Just what I needed.  And in the perfect color.

THE END