Christmas Morning At The Mabels -

Martha stared at the fallen pine. George froze, juice glass in hand, pants still missing. The children stopped mid-shred. Even the dog, a golden retriever named Barnaby, paused, tinsel hanging from his mouth like a festive snake.

"Martha," he wheezed, his voice cutting through the silence. "I think you cooked the bird a little too fast." christmas morning at the mabels

As the Mabells finished their breakfast and began to enjoy the rest of their Christmas morning, they felt grateful for the love and joy that filled their home. It was a truly special day, one that they would cherish for years to come. Martha stared at the fallen pine