To Pitty Pat's House We Go

Mother and we five sisters get together for a Christmas lunch each year, and yesterday we all headed to Pitty Pat's house for a lovely brunch. (Mary Ellen was kind enough to provide me with these photos; I left my camera at home again!)

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Pitty's Little Village

Her quiet, serene dining room (before we descended).

The tree, heavy with ornaments from Pitty's collection.

Mother is our sun, around whom we all revolve.

Merry Christmas, dear friends!

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The merry family gatherings,

The old, the very young,

The strangely lovely way they

Harmonize in carols sung.

For Christmas is tradition time,

Traditions that recall,

The precious memories down the years,

The sameness of them all.

~Helen Lowrie Marchall~