I don’t really know how it’s possible, but I managed to celebrate Christmas five times with various parts of my family. I can’t complain because there’s no such thing as too much Christmas. At least to me. On Saturday, we headed out to the country to have Christmas with my mom’s side of the family. This is my favorite of all the Christmas meals because my uncle smokes ribs for our lunch.
Those never disappoint. There was tons of other delicious food, but I focused on the ribs and pie.
After stuffing ourselves silly, we did our yearly Christmas gift stealing. Nothing says Christmas like robbing a gift from a small child. Mamaw opened a wreath, but she like it better as a hat.
I get a lot of my specialness from her.
Sari ended up with some exploding powder, so naturally, we all had to test that out immediately.
While we waited for the shooter to get ready, a gremlin attacked my head.
A much sweeter one attached herself to Sari.
After successfully blowing up the container (which gave off a fantastic boom that probably gave a few goats a heart attack), we detached the little monsters and headed home.
On Sunday morning, we woke up and finally had our family Christmas. My mom made us wait three whole days after Christmas which can only mean that she hates us. My dad got really pissed that I had wrapped the gifts in glitter paper, so he made us unwrap them on the porch like savages.
I gave Sari a sleeping mask, so now I can sneak in and scare the bejeezus out of her at night.
I got a vest, some pre-flavored noodles, and spatulas because I like pasta and vests and making cookies. It’s like they know me.
Bardot didn’t get anything, but she hasn’t been a very good Christian this year.
Sad face me all you like.
Santa cat watched from the safety of her raffia manger.
And with that, Christmas was finally concluded. Happy New Year’s Eve! Be safe and take some Advil!