Is it too late to blog about Christmas? I mean, it’s been almost a month, but I have a video to share with you.
Yes it’s of my niece, and the times that it’s not her, it’s of my dog. The one video I did of me turned out so weird that I can’t bear to watch it – it’s like hearing myself on a tape recording, or watching videos of me when I was five. Just awkward.
Scratch that last part about the videos of me when I was five. We actually don’t have ANY videos of me when I was growing up.
I was a neglected child.
*start pity music*
Anyway, Aspen is a non-neglected child and she got just what she asked for for Christmas – a barbie car. Her reasoning? “Bennie ate my Barbie car, I need a new one!” The video below is her reaction when she opened the present.
Ash, I hope you don’t mind me posting it. I did so because your Blogger account was being lame and I’m a nerd that lives in a basement and still plays WoW cool and have my own lame website that my mom doesn’t even read domain.
BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL ASK, no, I am not done posting about Christmas. Not even close. Maybe in two or three posts I will have exhausted my efforts, give up and start posting about the size of my pants. Maybe. Maybe not.
So here’s the run down. Eddie. Eight-year-old Boston Bull Terrier.
Eight-year-old little you-know-what that torments us with staring at the ceiling lights, farting on people, barking to no end, and just being crazy in general. So imagine, you add Eddie with people, Christmas music, lights (oh no, the lights!) and a ton of presents. . .and here is what you get.
Once he has everything opened to his specifications, he does this shovel/backhoe maneuver:
I hear he’s even taken to trying to open presents uninvited. There you have it folks. Edward, perhaps the strangest dog I’ve ever met. He’s a Christmas Grinch that doesn’t bring the gifts back to Who-Ville, but eats them instead. Anyone need a redneck paper shredder? Anyone?
WHAT IS THE BEST PART ABOUT CHRISTMAS? I thought to myself on Christmas Eve. Awaiting me at my parents house was a pork chop dinner, with mashed potatoes and a tall one – of milk that is. We had a night of viewing The Grinch (which is so much better on that night than any other time of the year) while the snow is gently twirling down on us outside.
So what is the most important part of it all? Is it the magical feeling that you get? The fact that everyone gets along for one night in the year? Waiting to see what Santa threw down your chimney this year? Or the feeling of timelessness as the powder drifts lazily from the sky? Maybe it’s time off work so you can spend quality time with family? Can it be the look on their face when you give the perfect gift?
I think it’s a combination of everything. Nothing is more important than family. So from my family to yours, here is a photo journal of our little Christmas.
Christmas Eve:
My parents tree. Forgive the blurriness. I don’t have a good excuse for it.
Some gifties for the good girls (no boys in this family other than Dad).
Probably my favorite decoration of my moms is this light up deer.
And. . . a closeup of the best foil wrapping paper ever.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a great night!
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