Even underwater, I have no idea what to do with myself in a photograph.
Rest assured, my arm and hand aren’t a) broken or b) made of rubber. Also, wonky arm notwithstanding, this was easily the most fun date David and I have ever been on.
I hope Santa took a break from his scuba vacation to visit your house last night. More than that, though, I hope that amidst the fun and laughter and frenzied opening of gifts, you take a few minutes to remember the Babe in Bethlehem all those years ago. Christ the Savior is born.
Happy Christmas, all.