But I had a wonderful Christmas time with my four grandchildren playing, screaming, running, and having the time of their life in spite of grandpa ordering them to stop running every ten minutes. We have two gay scrooges leaving on the floor beneath us. When the kids run, they hit their ceiling with a broom, or call and yell to "stop the damn kids from running". Thank God, they didn't do it this year, so I will give them a box of cookies for New Year to thank them for their new understanding.On Christmas Eve I had twelve adults and the four little ones for dinner. They told me everything was delicious. The kids opened their presents before dinner and later entertained us with a special show they put together.

On Sunday, we all went to Mass, my children, their spouses and their children. The young parents spent their time whispering to their little ones to be quiet and behave. I thought my grandchildren were perfectly well behaved, their intermittent chats blissfully covered by the choir's songs. The people in the rows behind us must have thought the same as they constantly smiled at the little ones. We had lunch early as my daughter was leaving at 5 and driving three hours to Melburn. A neonatologist by profession, she's on call for four days and has agreed to cover the delivery room of that hospital during the Christmas holiday.
An hour before she left, we took the kids to the park. Little Madelyn, (4) jumped on the monkey bars, got scared and called Mommy. Well, Mommy ran, jumped up and tried to come down carrying her. I was running behind her and caught Madelyn from her just in time for Mommy not to fall on the ground. But she twisted her back and fractured a rib. She hadn't yet recovered from a reconstructive surgery on her ankle. In spite of that, she left for Melburn after swallowing a Motrin for the pain.
Yesterday my daughter-in-law and I took the three girls to see the movie, Tangled, the story of Rapunzel. We ate pop-corn and then went to Target to buy books about Rapunzel, and a nice Rapunzel brush for their hair. The stores were packed with parents and children, as if shoppers have decided to do their shopping after Christmas rather than before. With the lousy economy, it's not surprising.

After the kids finally slept, the adults played cards. With drinks, appetizers and a lot of laughter when five adults, with competitive minds, are determined to win.
And today my son and his family left. The house is suddenly too quiet, but I still have my two little girls.
God bless the children who make Christmas such a joyous time.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.If you like to travel and love to read, come and enjoy my international romances. I will take you around the world through stories that simmer with emotion and sizzle with heat.
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Rx FOR TRUST, winner of 2010 Best Contemporary Romance at Readers Favorite and 2011 EPICON.
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