Christmas finally arrived at the Veeder Ranch, leaving behind a wake of wrapping, boxes, bows, leftovers, a pretty severe sugar crash and one particularly annoyed pug.
It was our first Christmas in the new house and we were happy to put away the hammers and take some time to make a pie…
wrap some presents…
unwrap some presents…
and, well, torture the pug.
We broke some traditions this year, but unfortunately for that dog his Santa-suit-runway-walk will never be passed over.
Neither will the snowman cheeseball, even though it’s the same recipe I made just a month before for Thanksgiving, just, you know, it’s not shaped as a turkey this time.
No one ever tires of it. Every one loves it. Trust me.
Yes, it was a peaceful,
that began with a beautiful and thoughtful gift…
and ended with, well…this sexy little number.
Merry Christmas lovelies. I hope your holiday was better than his.