Christmas time is the time to be with your family.
A time of giving, and sharing. (and loving, and receiving…please tell me someone remembers this line from Friends).
It’s the time for a self-proclaimed bibliophile to be presented with a Kindle…and kind of fall in love with it. (Lord, have mercy.)
It’s a time to eat good food, and to be with the people that you adore, and to celebrate, of course, the birth of our Lord. No matter what I sometimes think about the Church as a body of laws, the spirituality of the day always gets to me. Plus, our new priest managed to use the words “flash mob” “Youtube” and “Facebook” in his homily. I like this guy.
It’s also a time to exchange presents, no matter how…odd.
Never underestimate the power of a good gimmick shirt. (Hands off, ladies. That’s my little brother.)
There are many pictures from the night that I would love to show you. However, my little Lovebug is incognito from the interwebs as a whole. You won’t ever see his face on here in respect for my sister’s privacy. Plus, she may have threatened to disembowel me if I ever posted pictures of him. I like my bowels right where they are, thank you.
Anyway. You might wonder what I got up to on this Christmas Eve.
Well. I’m not quite sure how I got from this…
[[no, that is not Dad, but a childhood friend my mom suckered into playing Santa. again, alcohol may have been involved. he also probably lost 20 pounds in that suit. he’s about five feet smaller in real
A very merry Christmas to you and yours, from me and mine.
A note to all intrepid elves: Strapping yourself into a onesie after a huge serving of Nonna’s Cake is probably not the best move. Those buttons were in grave peril. Proceed at your own risk.