Christmas Day
In the morning, the kids woke us up at 7:05. Rob wanted another half hour of sleep, but was outvoted. We woke up Joss too and opened the doors to the living room: Will with the wind up lederhosen from his stocking. Joss exclaiming over the candy and toys in his. We began to open presents, then Rob called us to the dining room table where there was a box at my chair. The box had a skein of yarn in it, and the yarn led to a Scooby Doo sheet down in the basement. This was under the sheet! It's a painting we commissioned from our friend Darren Breen of the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin The objects in the foreground are all symbolic of things from our experiences there, right down to the snowball (a border skirmish with tower guards while Rob was on his mission) and the Trabi's license plate (the initials and date that our friend Heidi Grathwohl died). John and Tania were graciously letting us interrupt their Christmas downstairs, so I was showing her the other lithographs we had u