Starting on Christmas Eve the family meets at Grandma’s house, sharps smells on gingerbread cookies following through the house. Bowls of colorful icing and tarty candy for decorations, time to let the children become real creative. Icing thrown everywhere, candy strung from the table to the floor, sticky finger prints left all over the table. Whelp, the good news is Santa will have a nice selection of cookies to choose from when arrive to deliver gifts. Later that Christmas Eve night we gather around the freshly smelling pine tree to begin the fun stuff. But only one problem the family is divided yet again; the women and children decorating the tree, and the men are off to the card table to play a very heated game of spades. On Christmas the family meets for brunch, I don’t think we will make it to dinner considering the kids will not let you sleep past 6:00 a.m. You would think we was have a race, “who can eat the fastest” food getting gulped down so we can get to the tree to open presents. All you can here is paper getting torn to shreds boxes getting snatch open, bubble wrap getting popped. Smiles just take over faces, chatter going forth; I would say we survived another joyous Christmas Day. Can’t wait to see what is in stored for New
Starting on Christmas Eve the family meets at Grandma’s house, sharps smells on gingerbread cookies following through the house. Bowls of colorful icing and tarty candy for decorations, time to let the children become real creative. Icing thrown everywhere, candy strung from the table to the floor, sticky finger prints left all over the table. Whelp, the good news is Santa will have a nice selection of cookies to choose from when arrive to deliver gifts. Later that Christmas Eve night we gather around the freshly smelling pine tree to begin the fun stuff. But only one problem the family is divided yet again; the women and children decorating the tree, and the men are off to the card table to play a very heated game of spades. On Christmas the family meets for brunch, I don’t think we will make it to dinner considering the kids will not let you sleep past 6:00 a.m. You would think we was have a race, “who can eat the fastest” food getting gulped down so we can get to the tree to open presents. All you can here is paper getting torn to shreds boxes getting snatch open, bubble wrap getting popped. Smiles just take over faces, chatter going forth; I would say we survived another joyous Christmas Day. Can’t wait to see what is in stored for New