It's tight at my parents little house when we all get together. This is not the house I grew up in, but the retirement home they built in a little wooded lot in the heart of the city. Their home has a charming style, full of the things that interest them; books, music, maps, mementos, Dad's folk instruments and ventriloquist dummies, all wrapped up in the Catholic faith.
They hosted a cozy punch and cookie party to exchange gifts. The weather was mild enough for the grandchildren to run around outside (there are adventurous play spaces in the woods and hills) while the adults enjoyed good conversation.
My poor little pink camera does not handle active children and indoor shots well, but fuzzy pictures are better than none! :)
Unfortunately my father was feeling a little under the weather that day and actually ended up in the hospital the next day with pneumonia. He is home and well now though. He is of an age and fragility that reminds us to cherish every minute with him.