There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them. P.J. O'Rourke
Yeah, it was kinda like that.
Between my trip to the winery and the kids' trip to the winery, we had 8 cases of wine.
We had our second annual Christmas Eve dinner for the extended family. Around 25 of us.
The wine flowed. Food was consumed. The wine flowed. The chatter was deafening. The wine flowed. We were smiling. And a few outcasts drank beer.
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| Blah blah blah |
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| The Food |
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| More food |
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| Someone always has to wear a silly hat. |
Then came Christmas day. We started out very well. We opened presents.
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| Ninja chicken |
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| Corn meal?? Really? |
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| They're not looking. I get all the presents. |
We went to church and sang Christmas hymns then came home.
Inside the Church
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| Setting up the music |
Then things got irreverent. We all got tats, even Gmar.
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| Jim's tat |
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| My ankle tat |
We set up the bonfire, and invited the friendly neighborhood organic farmer over to enjoy the bonfire.
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| Sister beats sister with a stick |
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| building up the fire |
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| mother hauls son to the fire |
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| More Wood More Wood |
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| Gathering of the masses |
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Mother cuts son in half while family laughs
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TO BE CONTINUED
bak bak
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