Christmas Day at Marianne's parents was nice and quiet. We started the morning slowly, with some banana pancakes.
Just before noon, we headed downstairs to read Bible verses linked to Jesus' birth, and then sang some carols and opened our gifts...to the lovely glow of the fireplace....and the fireplace channel.
(Eventually it became too warm in the room, so we switched off the real fireplace and left the TV fireplace on!).
Every member of the family gets a new pair of pyjamas. (This exchange for many years occurred on Christmas Eve before going to sleep, but in recent years has taken place on Christmas Day). We proceed to change into our new pyjamas, and *STAY* in our pyjamas all day long.
Mike has not had a pair of pyjamas...perhaps ever, but certainly since very young childhood. Thus, he was initiated into this ritual by the giving of his first adult pair of pyjamas, from Marianne's Mom!
Note: The sporting of this t-shirt and winter jacket does not contravene the pyjama tradition, as he is still wearing pyjama pants...