Christmas in Bouctouche

And by Christmas in Bouctouche, I guess the purists would have me point out that it is really Boxing Day in Bouctouche. For the purposes of Izzie and I, it might as well be an extended version of Dec. 25. We get to wake up maman and papa really early and drag them to the Christmas tree where more presents have suddenly appeared. It means one more day to eat endless amounts of chocolate, one more day to dress up in pretty dresses and, of course, another day to unwrap presents. We love presents but then again have you met any three-year-olds and their two-year-old sisters who shun the opportunity for new toys? I didn't think so. Christmas also brings a chance to play outside when it isn't too cold and watch parrain's chat swat Belle on the nose. Best of all, it's a day to cuddle on the couch and what the world junior hockey tournament with papa.