Christmas.

Christmas morning was full of glee.

  Christmas afternoon we spent time at the cemetery.  My dad LOVED Christmas and all that the meaning of Christmas had to offer.  The kids ran around the cemetery picking and blowing dandelions, it was magical.   

Charlie found a stick that he used as a sword.  He started whipping the dandelions and chopping them in half while shouting "high-ya!"  He was in 5 year-old boy heaven.  When it was time to leave we told him he needed to leave his stick at the cemetery, he was disappointing to say the least.  We drove straight from the cemetery to the Toffoli's for dinner.  When we arrived at the Toffoli's house and got out of the car Charlie saw another long stick on the ground.  He picked it up and said "Look, Grandpa Charlie wanted me to have my stick back so he dropped it down from heaven."  

   Christmas night at the Toffoli's then off to Vegas after dinner.