Merry HoHo, Part Deux

It seems we pulled off a big scam on ya'll. Because we are over here, separated from ya'll back home, we keep celebrating Christmas over and over as we get gifts sent to us on a random basis throughout the month of December. We got another package in the mail today, this time from the Iorio clan. The customs slip on the package indicated there was vittles inside and we couldn't very well let it sit in there until December 25th, so once again we prematurely dove into our Christmas presents. (For the reading pleasure of ya'll, I've started talking with a Texan drawl. I'm only doing this because since we've met our friends from Ireland, I've noticed Jenn has altered her accent to sound a bit more Irish; I'm following suit by taking on the accent of our other friend from Texas.)









This is the Christmas corner of our apartment. Other bloggers in the family have been saying that stockings are the best part, well, we now have three stockings between the two of us. The iPod is our tree and our mantle. We don't exactly have a roaring fire, but the floor is heated and keeping our tushes warm as we open our presents. Even though we aren't eating them, we often pass vendors roasting chestnuts on an open fire in the streets like this:

This is what our "tree" looked like after Jenn wrapped the gifts we bought, the ones that are on their way to Canada as we speak. Just to prove we aren't incapable of imposing double standards on the world, we expect ya'll to wait until Christmas day to open your gifts from us. Or just do whatever ya'll want.
So Merry Christmas, and stay tuned, we may be doing this again next week. And if ya'll can stand it, we'll do it all over again in January with less gifts and more family and friends.