I’m not quite done with Christmas yet, even if Christmas is done with me. I can tell because our living room only looks like this now.
It took six days to get it down to this. I almost had to call in Disaster Relief to help.
Christmas, as I previously mentioned, is a lot about the gifts but it’s not only about the gifts. It is also about the laughs. They are just as bountiful as the gifts and (usually) completely mess-free. (There was that one time I laughed and tomato soup and noodles came out of my nose, and that was not a mess-free laugh.) I love how Christmas Day starts and you don’t know where the laughs will come from but you know you’ll find them without even trying.
Now, I realize that telling someone about a belly laugh you had is quite awkward for the person listening, who tries to listens politely but is all the while thinking, “Seriously? You nearly died laughing over an woman wearing a pink angel costume?” But you laugh anyway because the person telling the story is waiting for you to laugh. I will spare you that awkwardness by writing these moments in a blog post that you don’t have to smile at all at because I am not standing across from you to see you not smiling.
And so, with an apology to my brother, I give you this drawing he did during a game of Pictionary.
Any guesses? Anyone? Anyone? No one? A person looking at the moon? A wolf-human hybrid? A zombie, his friend wearing a dog mask, and a balloon?
Wrong. All, wrong. This, my friends, is a polar bear. What’s even scarier is that someone even guessed it right. We were already on the floor laughing at this bizarre vaguely humanish polar bear when my mom came in and said, “Oh, did Luke draw that?” Luke is seven years old. And we were back on the floor again.
The second good laugh came when we decided to make a human pyramid because once in like 1992 we made one, and then when we were in pyramid formation someone started singing Jingle Bells and the whole pyramid started singing it, and we were a singing pyramid of aunties, uncles, and cousins. Maybe you had to be there, but just in case you weren’t…
The last laugh, sadly, none of us were there to see, though we all got to laugh via text messaging. My mom went to bed on Christmas night and threw back her covers to find this.
She immediately texted our family specifically to find out which one of us did it. I was offended that she thought we would stoop to such a basal level of humor. And then my husband said, “Oh. That might have been me…”
There, now aren’t you glad I spared you all the awkwardness of telling you these stories by writing them here?
And now for some final Christmas pictures so we all can move on with life.
Leo, on the playground, waiting for church to start:
Rocco on the playground, waiting for church to start:
Vincenzo’s answer to the question, “What was your favorite memory from Christmas day?”
Leo with a microscopic version of Frogger (you’d think he got a whole Atari by the look on his face):
Vincenzo with a cool thingy on his arm:
Well shoot, I thought that was going to take longer. Anyway, happy new year everyone!!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Asian salad with mandarin oranges, ramen, and edamame
Crusty bread with compound butters
Cherry upside down cake
Hot cocoa cookies