Christmas Morning Style. . .

A Christmas gift from The Grand Duchess in 2016. Although I wear and enjoy these pajamas all the year 'round, they seem especially right for Christmas Day.

Gentlemen, whatever your preferred sleeping attire -- pajamas, in your underwear, sweats and a ratty old college t-shirt. . . or au natural -- it is hard to go wrong with a crisp pair of pajamas on Christmas Morning. At least until it's time to put on some actual adult clothes for visiting, guests, and/or the celebratory meal. Add either a wool flannel robe, or a silk dressing gown over top, and you've got a winning casual combination as you enjoy coffee, check your stockings to see what Santa Claus or Father Christmas have left for you, and nibble on some of Great Aunt Waltraud's legendary Dresdner Stollen.

The Grand Duchess makes us an authentic Dresdner Stollen each December, and it lasts about six or seven days. It's a bit late in coming this year since Sonja has been very busy the last few weeks, but she has promised to whip one up during Christmas Week. There is nothing better with that first mug of coffee in the morning. But, I digress yet again!

Returning to the point at hand, the moral of today's story? If you can bring yourself to do so, press a pair of pj's ahead of time, fold, and stow 'em in your dresser draw to pull out and put on before you appear on the morning of the 25th. Don't forget to brush your hair and run a warm washcloth/face flannel across your mug either before you head downstairs to wish the rest of the family a Merry Christmas. Your S.O. will appreciate it even if he, or she says nothing. Trust me.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

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