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Merry Christmas

We enjoyed spending the morning opening presents, then eating a brunch menu of Texas shaped Lemon Poppyseed Waffles and crispy bacon, in honor of Lindsey, who discovered the recipe before leaving on her mission, so we always think of her when I make them.

Isaac loved the excitement of all the presents and liked his new toys. Hannah got her very first ever violin, and Christopher got some computer parts and is learning how to build his own computer from his technical wizard dad.

We loved talking on the telephone last night to Lindsey, when it was Christmas Eve in Texas and fourteen hours ahead, Christmas in Hong Kong. After our traditional Christmas naps, since we always stay up too late wrapping presents, etc., I prepared dinner for the family and we enjoyed the company of the three missionaries in our ward, Elders McKinley, Toone, and Anderson, plus two  other families from church, Melanie and Ryan and their sons, Jordan and Luke, and Heather and her husband, Clayton, and their son, Glenn. 

After dinner, we played Bingo, sang some Christmas carols while Kelly accompanied, and then had a brief Christ centered message from the sweet missionaries. It was a fun day, and our home was filled with love and peace. 
Christopher loved getting a multi-pack of Takis and Subway gift cards from Aunt Brenda and Uncle Joel. Thank you to family members who sent us gifts! We appreciate each one of them so much. 
Isaac got the hang of opening presents and loved his Elmo related toys. 
"For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ, the Lord."
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