The day after Christmas.
I only had one glass of wine yesterday, but I definitely have a Christmas hangover. Way too much food, fun, and laughter. Not that that’s a bad thing.
The holiday festivities began with our annual Christmas Eve trip to Santa’s Village. Santa’s Village is a fun little thing that the Public Library does every year. They set up a bunch of little fun houses for kids to go in and get cookies, Christmas ornaments, write letters to Santa, etc… My sister and I have outgrown the actual houses, but it’s still fun to walk around and look at lights.
Funny story real quick… One year, my sister and I took our little cousins around. Our oldest cousin was probably about nine or so. Anyway, we took her and her little sister into Mrs. Claus’ house, where she was handing out Christmas cookies. As expected, she smiled, wished us a Merry Christmas, and handed each of my cousins a sugar cookie. Upon receiving her cookie, my cousin looks her straight in the eye and says, “Thank you. I’m just getting over strep throat.”
I’m sure the look of sheer alarm and panic that poor Mrs. Claus sent me at that moment mirrored my own stunned expression. It only took me about half a second to recover. “Okay, then, thank you, Mrs. Claus!” I said and quickly ushered my cousins out of her house.
After we met up with their father, my older cousin, he asked how it had gone and I told him the story. He gives me this bewildered expression and goes, “No she isn’t!”
Anyway, that’s one of my favorite Santa’s Village stories. This year’s trip wasn’t quite as eventful.
Although, my sister almost did get run over by a reindeer.
Afterword, we went to Midnight Mass. It’s a beautiful service. We sang my favorite Christmas Carol, “A Stable Lamp is Lighted.” However, being the High Church Episcopalians that we are, we had incense that not only stinks up the entire church, but also stinks up your hair and your clothes. Seriously, that smell sticks with you. I also happened to be acolyting, so I had to stand right behind the thurifer (or the guy who swings the incense). At one point, I took a deep breath because we were singing “O Come All Ye Faithful” and I inhaled a mouthful of that holy smoke and started choking in front of the entire church. Fortunately, Episcopalians are really into their Christmas music, so no one noticed.
After the service, we headed home to wait for Santa.
After about three and a half viewings of A Christmas Story (“Agggggghhhhhh I can’t put my arms down aaaaghhhh!”), we finally headed to bed to wait for Christmas morning.
We had a lot of surprises waiting for us!
For example, I got a whole elliptical! I love it! I only hope it isn’t my parents’ way of telling me I need to work out more.
I also got Monsters University and Allegiant, so I’m a pretty happy camper.
My sister on the other hand…
She told my parents that she wanted checks for Christmas. Well, they delivered. (She actually got some really great presents. This photo was just too funny to pass up).
After a morning of Christmasy goodness, we headed back to our friends the Kisers’ place (In case you don’t remember them, they’re the ones we spend every Thanksgiving and Christmas with… https://jackiesmith114.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/its-the-holiday-season/). I’m not even sure how the tradition began. We’ve all just been friends forever. The stories I could tell… maybe one day I’ll write a book. The Annual Kiser-Smith Holiday Shindigs.
Mr. Kiser always has a fun new holiday toy for us to play with. Last year, it was Robot Fighter Bugs. I named mine Horatio.
This year, it was Robot Fighter Spiders. Remote controlled and slightly bigger and creepier, because they actually walk on creepy little robot legs.
Just like any good Christmas gathering, there were Christmas cookies.
However, if you look closely, you’ll notice that someone ate the head off of one of the gingerbread men and then put him back. Morbid. And a little gross.
We (the “kids”) took a Christmas walk to the park.
We’re all adults, so naturally, we played on the swing set.
While we were at the park, we met the absolute cutest little boy named Keegan. He came right up to us, with his dad looking on, and began patting our friend Ashwin on the leg and saying, “Buddy… buddy.” Then, he walked over to Bobby’s little sister, Jenny, and said, “What a mess!” His dad explained that he’d had a lot of health problems, and that he really liked playing with big kids. I got a high five from him. So, so, so cute. I hope he had the best Christmas ever.
After that, it started getting really cold, so we scurried back to the Kiser home, where we engaged in another holiday tradition: Mario Kart.
I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I’m not very good at Mario Kart, but my sister is absolutely disgraceful. This year, however…
She came in third place!!! It’s actually a Christmas Miracle!
I don’t know how to bring up the highlight of our Yuletide Celebration, so I’ll just say it. There was a toilet.
Yes, you read that correctly. Jenny got a toilet for Christmas. It actually wasn’t the first Christmas toilet in the family. Bobby got one when he and I were still in high school. Let me tell you, he was not amused. His mom (and the rest of us) thought it was hilarious, but he was so angry. It was just about the funniest thing. Now that we’re older though, we know how to appreciate the value of a good Christmas toilet.
You can use it as a wine table.
And of course, you should never pass up the opportunity to take an Awkward Family Christmas Photo around the toilet.
The evening ended with a delightful chocolate cheesecake dessert.
I hope everyone had the most delightful and merry of Christmases!
Now onto 2014!
OHH ya. now THIS definitely was quite the Xmas! wow! not to sure about the tree decor with so much caution though, should of been on the reindeer lol 😛
Hahahaha, it’s so true! But to be fair, it was my sister’s fault for not getting out of Comet’s way.
A toilet? Really?! 0_0 Wow. 😛
Yep. A toilet.
We had a lot more fun than we probably should have.
There is no such thing as too much fun. ;-P As long as it’s good clean fun. 😉
Toilet… little bit of wine… 5 not at all mature 16-25 years olds… Nothing but good clean fun! 🙂
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