The Lynch who stole Christmas

After Christine's indoctrination into my family's Christmas celebrations (moderate amounts of food and drink supplanted by a mink bowtie wearing grandfather and a cadre of female relatives who don't care for using indoor voices = fun) last year in Seattle, we decided to shift our yule-ness to the great white north of Calgary. I was very excited to spend my first Christmas with the Lynch family, and even with Seattle's snowy weather I was able to fly to Calgary on Christmas Eve with only a short delay.

Christmas was a very fun affair. I had not seen Christine in about three weeks, and we were so happy just to be together in the same country again. That, in itself, would have been enough of a present for me. However, since other gifts had already been tagged with my name and put under the tree, I would have been foolish to stop there. There were a number of lovely gifts, but I must highlight two in particular: hockey skates, and a down jacket. Receiving those certainly carried my Canadiazation another small step forward.

Christmas day was great- all of Christine's family in Calgary came over to open presents and tuck into the huge feast Bev cooked for us. It was what Christmas is supposed to be- catching up with family, having a few laughs, and enjoying time together. Oh, did I mention that there was snow on the ground? It's rare to have a white Christmas in Seattle, and it was energizing to go for an afternoon walk in the snow before dinner.

If all goes well with Christine's visa application to move to the states, we'll be having Christmas in Seattle again next year, but I for one am looking forward to many more holidays to come in Calgary.

Get down and stay down

Future-wife knows that figure skates are for sisses.

Christine & sister Stephanie