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Christmas Eve; Swiss Colony Gift Pack at Sabino Canyon

Back in the day, when a body could drive a car up Sabino Canyon, my family had a Christmas tradition. Grandma would send us a Swiss Colony gift pack and we'd haul it up the frigid tram road, select a chilly picnic spot, and feast on processed cheeses, summer sausages, and petit fours. My sister and I would look for sand rubies while Mom and Dad cleared the wrappings. Then we'd all go home and have a real meal.


This year we revived the tradition. Mom ordered the Swiss Colony (I keep typing Swill Colony...) Mega Pack, named Something for Everyone. Here it is. ((Cue trumpet fanfare.)) Mandy and Evan give it the Thumbs Up a la Jack.


Out of the box


Tuesday had been all day wet and dreary, Thursday was crummy too. Friday was even worse. But bracketed between those cold and rainy days we had a day of perfect blue skies and mild temperatures, like a gift from God.


More, more!


The boys take the high road.


The picnic table we wanted was already taken, so we settled for a picnic on the rocks. Our desired picnic table was taken by what Evan called the Naked Family. See 'em there, in the background, in their underpants? Remember that.


Such a gorgeous day


the boys enjoyed their gift pack barefoot


Bin enjoyed with Brazey


Then, somehow... we became the Naked Family.


But it's fun to wade the running wash in your underpants on Christmas Eve.


You would, too, if you could.

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wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
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