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…
To 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
life.]]
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.
ally
