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Home for Christmas has a new meaning for us, now that we have our very own home on Anne Street, and if you’re picturing us in patterned sweaters all warm and cozy in front of the fireplace where the stockings are hung by the chimney with care, you are exactly right (though we don’t always stay in that pose). The days leading up to Christmas have found Troy warming cinnamon on the stovetop, watching the birds flock to our feeder out the dining room window, and sweetly delivering our cookies (covered in Huck’s homemade frosting) and cards to new neighbors. Huck, now a vegetarian, apologized to Troy for messing up the turkey Christmas dinner plans and Troy answered, “Huck, if you really stick to being a vegetarian like your mom, you’re going to spend your life apologizing to people. ¬†You will never have to apologize to us.” Me, I keep wrapping presents and running errands and typing the words of prisoners and convincing Huck to watch another episode of “Lost” (we’re up to 3!), so thankful for great big breaks with our son who is just as sweet as his dad.

Merry Christmas, wherever you are!

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Shauntsies

December 24th, 2016

Merry Christmas, Schremmers!!! HUCK’S A VEGETARIAN NOW??!! Please I need to hear more about that. I wish I were your neighbor. I want Troy to bring me cookies. (Not a euphemism, Russell)

Pappy T

December 24th, 2016

Teacher says, “Every time the Schremmers get too sweet at Christmas an angel gets a cavity!”

“That’s right… that’s right! Atta boy, Clarence!”

Aunt Jeni

December 24th, 2016

And I’ve seen a picture of everything you described here. Merry Christmas Eve Schremmers!!! XOXO

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