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Look out behind you!

It's Father Christmas and he's got a reindeer!

Merry Christmas Eve everybody.

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Anonymous said…
What a nice portrait this one is. The whole world at their feet and a future that is wide open to explore.

Patty and I wish you and your family a happy holiday season and a healthy and prosperous new year.
yamini said…
This is one more gorgeous photograph of dear Ezra, although Henry is already in a league of his own in the background.

Are you sure he is talking about Father Christmas and the reindeer?

Wish you all a sparkling, joyful and magnificient Christmas!!!
Dina said…
You're right, Ezra, I saw Santa behind me just yesterday, in Jerusalem yet! No reindeer, though.

Thanks for all your holidayS greetings, Kris. May your family have lots of fun in the next few days.
Anonymous said…
'Lo Kris! Wonderful snap and new avatar. Salutations and a wonderful New Year to you and yours :)
Babzy.B said…
I wish you and your family a wonderful christmas :)
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the Season Greetings! Best of success for the upcoming year :)
Meri said…
Sweet shot of beautiful boys. Merry Christmas to you, too.
tony said…
Bestest Wishes To You & Yours.Have A Great Big Beautiful Christmas.Regards From tony.
Hi! Thank you for your comment on my blog(richmonddailyphoto.com)--I wrote a much longer reply, and then my computer crashed! I will delete NONE of your greetings and accept ALL of them in the generous spirit in which they were meant!
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It has not been a grind to photoblog on a daily basis--it has helped open my heart, get over my deep blue funk, and see that where I live is lovely enough, perhaps lovely enough for a lifetime, as is every place on this beautiful planet, our home.

But, you did leave off one greeting:

Namaste....The light in me salutes the light in you.

P.S. How DARE you comment without adding me to your list of favorite blogs!?!?!?

MERRY, MERRY!!!
Daryl said…
Thanks for the visit .. and I send you wishes for a happy, merry, joyous whatever .. most importantly, celebrate life!
Unknown said…
Cute! Awwwwww! :)
Beautiful post!!!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! :)
Megan said…
It wasn't me. Swear.

Merry Christmas Kris & Jen and Henry & Ezra!
Frank said…
Merry Christmas to you and your wonderful family in far-away Tasmania.

It's a chilly 75-degrees temperature in sunny Florida so NO snow in this part of the US.

Enjoy your holidays!!
Kris McCracken said…
Hello all, thanks for the best wishes and I hope the New Year is a good one!

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