After uploading the pictures, I see that this post is going to be quite heavily lopsided towards Faith. That was certainly not my intention, but I suppose that Faith's antics this year just drew the camera lens more than any other subject.
As mentioned in an earlier post, all Faith asked for was a red motorcycle for Christmas. Well, Santa seems to have heard her loud and clear. The red motorcycle had a predominant location in front of the fireplace when we all returned from Christmas Eve mass, and from the moment it was spotted, there didn't seem to be much else that got any attention.
Faith knew exactly what she was supposed to do, and how this bike was supposed to work. She had dreamed about it so long, that she took to it like a real natural.
How is it possible to look so delicate and yet be so tough? This is quite the contrast: velvet and silk astride a flashing motorcycle.
If only Faith had an unlimited, wide-open space to go full-throttle:
Part of the look was a new pair of "shades" so that the rider can look really cool . . . or is that hot?
A little peek-a-boo to take a glance at the remaining presents under the tree:
Every biker chick needs to have a motorcycle jacket; and this one scores (even though it is pink):
Faith giving me her loving smile (taken from another cameraman). She melts me every time:
Dear Austin was such a sweetheart, and didn't seem to mind all of the attention on Faith and the motorcycle. Here, he is very happy with the remote helicopter that Uncle Travis and Aunt Carma had sent him:
There is something about this little elf that just keeps me captivated:
Austin finally gets his chance for a ride, and gentleman that he is, graciously accepts a back seat:
This took real restraint on Austin's part; he was dying to have a solitary ride:
Me, draped in a Christmas scarf purchased in India:
Little Izzy, my constant companion, wishing that she could have some Christmas gifts, too. Unfortunately, all of the photos from my camera were like this, because it had the "soft" setting on (unknown to me).
At the end of the evening, Izzy and I headed home together, grateful to have been included in all of the fun.






























