The Dread Holiday Card

Darn it! Ran out of Christmas cards at the last second here so will have to send a cooked-down version to the rest of the list. This year’s had 8 pictures but the emergency condensed version is only going to have 2, stuck in a conventional card.One is what you see here, which on my special extravaganza of a printed card has as its caption  “Pyromania grandkids play with fire.” (I'm forced to be ironic this way; they're still little but they HATE it when you fawn over them with tender phrases. Even this younger one said the other day, “I’m NOT cute TT!” Only he is cute as anyone can see, even when he’s frowning at the paparazzi like he is below here.(This is he and on the right is the girl who 'made' him (David and I 'made' her. :-) )So a few of those end-of-the-alphabet people will at least see the pyro picture on our card. They won’t see the shot of me smiling like a monkey and holding a wine bottle in my hand. Or the shot of our kids dressed up for a night at some fancy New York restaurant. Or that classic shot where David is trying to teach the older child how to wallop a baseball while in the background his little brother is seen trying to swing a second bat, which he is holding upside dowm while sucking on a pacifier.They won't see all the baseball we played.Or this guy in an unshaven closeup:But they WILL see the two of us on our wedding day when I was barely 21 and he just 20 months older.It is Christmas eve at 5am as I write this and our little guys slept over last night.It took us two whole hours to get them to bed.  Dizzy as  we are with fatigue, the two of us can still remember this day 40 years ago when we took that oath to forsake all others. The picture of that day everybody gets because that's the place a-a-a-a-ll the rest of the fun has sprung from.