Christmas Eve dinner with my stepkids has come to involve a staple: manicotti. I’m not sure how it happened, really, but this dish has become a tradition. This year, I had a little help in the kitchen from a most eager participant. I questioned her motives, however.
- OK, like seriously — you can trust me with the cheese, Mom.
- This “helper” can’t be trusted either.
- Beware, humans. I will seek revenge for this indignity. Puppies do NOT wear antlers.
- Setting out cookies for Santa, carrots for reindeer.
- They’re not REALLY eating carrots. Ranch dressing must be present for that to happen.
- From left, clockwise: My stepdaughter Claire; Hubs; my stepson Tycer; Tootie and the E-man.
- Normally, Tootie is our late riser. Christmas morning, however, found her in the living room, cuddling a blue merle Aussie Santa left in her stocking.
- And my early bird wasn’t so early Christmas morn. He had to be pried from his cozy bed.
- Presents!
- Tootie’s Aussie took a special interest in the E-man’s electric train.
- So did Daddy.
Like a renegade... 
Looks like a wonderful Christmas!
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Looks like you had a very special Christmas!
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So how do we go about bribing you to make manicotti and bring it up to the office? 🙂 Just kidding. It looks like you had a wonderful Christmas.
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