Well, another Christmas has come and gone. Berck’s dad joined us for the weekend, buying us a ton of stuff and enduring being cooped up in a tiny apartment with two excited crazy people. Blockbuster was one of the few things open yesterday, so we ended up watching four DVDs.

Berck’s mom had come the weekend before and bought us another ton of stuff. And my mom sent a big box of packages tied up with string to be opened on Christmas morning. So we racked up quite well. (And I hear there’s more stuff in the post!)

Berck cooked a mess of the best chili ever for Christmas Eve (a Brenner tradition he apparently didn’t know about). Unfortunately, Jim got the habenaro planted in there for flavor. Berck also tried his hand at pate, which after several incarnations ended up tasting just like chopped liver. We had French toast on Christmas morn made from the bread I baked to accompany the ill-fated pate. And Christmas dinner? We ordered out from Happy Garden Chinese Restaurant!