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A very Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year. Let's hope it's a good one, without any fear. War is over, if you want it. War is over now.


I just wanted to quote my favourite Christmas carol in the title there (well, next to Chuck Berry's Run, Rudolph Run) and wish everybody out there a merry Christmas.

And no, I didn't have to staple those reindeer horns to Henry's head, he chose to wear them himself.
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Steffi said…
Merry Christmas!
It´s crazy to see that you have already the 25th december on the place where you live!
Here we have just the afternoon of Christmas Eve!

Steffi from Germany
25 December 2008 at 00:03
D said…
You have a lovely blog, and a precious family, oh..and a very talented wife. I enjoyed my visit here today. Merry Christmas to all!
Thanks for your visit and comment at my blog.
25 December 2008 at 00:15
Unknown said…
Thanks for the message! Also wish you and your family a very happy Christmas!

By the way don't punish the lazy dirty minded elves, remember it's Christmas... lol!
25 December 2008 at 00:32
Daryl said…
Happy Merry Joyous Everything to Everyone!

Thanks for visiting and I look forward to a wonderful New Year!

:-Daryl
25 December 2008 at 02:55
San Diego Farmgirl said…
Your little ones are so precious!
25 December 2008 at 03:01
Ineke said…
Vrolijk Kerstfeest, my children just asked me whether we are going to put the presents out tonight and put them under the tree or tomorrow morning. i am thinking tomorrow! Henry looks lovely :)
25 December 2008 at 05:01
Dina said…
Wow, every photo over the last week is prizeworthy! You are quite the artist, Kris. Of course, it helps to have subjects like Jen, Henry, and Ezra.
Merry Christmas to you all.
I am about to pull the plug on the computer and head down your way. TTYL Shalom!
25 December 2008 at 06:07
USelaine said…
Have a safe and sane Christmas, to you and all the family.
25 December 2008 at 08:39
stromsjo said…
I'll go for Daryls general-purpose one-size-fits-all greeting, sort of compact and comprehensive! ;)

Staying the night at the cottage, one of relatively few nights away from Stockholm in my case.
25 December 2008 at 09:44
Sue said…
Merry Christmas, Kris, Jen, Henry and Ezra!
We are in the midst of setting up the barbeque in the backyard for lunch with just me, Cody and Zac. It will be Cody's first Christmas home for three years...he is usually hungover in some Asian jungle!
It looks like it will be a glorious day weather-wise... 24 degrees (celsius)...not a cloud in the sky!
Pa will be over later and then some of Cody's mates will call in. So lots of ice and a slab or two in the esky!
Hope are enjoying the day with your beautiful family!
25 December 2008 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
Thank you all for you kind wishes and I hope Christmas was a good one this year.
5 January 2009 at 10:29
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