Jim is like no other. It is Christmas Eve morning and most men would be drinking coffee, watching the Today Show or reading the paper. Not Jim. I found his coffee mug and cereal bowl (both left on the coffee table half empty), but Jim was no where to be found. Sometimes he sits outside in a chair drinking coffee in his own little private garage oasis - away from wife and boys. Sometimes I go outside and join him there - both of us escaping for a little peace and quiet before the boys wake up. Not today. I should have known that because he would have never left his coffee inside, if he was sitting outside.
When I looked in the backyard - this is what I found...
As I try to sneak across the yard with my camera, I tell him that only he would be raking and burning leaves on Christmas Eve morning. He says that if we lived on a farm, we'd be working outside right now. Maybe that means he is practicing for when we do... Merry Christmas everyone!
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