Sights of Christmas day. From snow to rain, from Milton to Fonthill.
Brandy and Mack both picked their presents out from under the tree by themselves. I have no idea how they knew which was which. I didn't even address them, so it's not like they could read their names on any tags.
Brandy delicately opens hers.
Mack destroys his, and goes right for the kill.
Well, at least it started off white ... poured rain for the rest of the day though.
It's a shame that Christmas is over so quickly. the day just goes by too fast.
I hope that everyone had a wonderful day and that it was everything they hoped it would be.
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