moment of christmas oh-nine. and why don't you finish it up with a sweet one while you're at it?
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At the end of Christmas day, I asked Camille if she enjoyed her Christmas day and she said, "it's not Christmas day. When's Christmas?" As if the stockings and presents and time with family and special dinner and scripture reading weren't enough... I don't know what she was expecting instead.
Truly, for me the sweetest part of Christmas with a baby in the house is that the thought of the birth of Jesus Christ is more meaningful. To think that He is the Savior of the world, but started as a baby makes me more in awe of my baby's (and all of our) potential. I mean, not Savior of the world, or anything, but at least something kinda good!
The most random moment was when my dad fell asleep at the dinner table and we had to wake him up to give the toast! The sweet moment was when all the little kids fell asleep in used wrapping paper after opening their presents!
On Christmas it's insane at my parents house because we have a lot of kids and they have kids too and we have a lot of pets that live in the house with us. Yesterday we finally all get settled together at the table for dinner and just as we're about to pray this dog walks in the dining room and in front of the table and then downstairs! But it wasn't our dog! Somehow it had gotten in to the house and had been hanging out with the family all day and no one had noticed until then!
The sweet part is that we let this mysterious dog stay in the house all day even after we found him and even gave him Christmas turkey before we kicked him out because it was Christmas.
It's hard to pinpoint the most random moment. Whether it be receiving the 3 camels and a donkey carved out of olive wood from "The Holy Land" (you can't just call it Jerusalem, you must call it "The Holy Land") in the random gift exchange (AKA White Elephant) game with the extended family, or the mid-gift opening visit by the supposedly straight former co-worker (and his really cool wife and kids) of the almost sister-in-law, or the awesome awkwardness of Christine passing on the 'masturbation t-shirt' gift from said not-so-straight former co-worker to almost sister-in-law to her father, or my brother's little dog puking on my pillow at 11 o'clock last night, or finding my father in law standing outside my bedroom door with his laptop on the bannister at about 11:01 as I went to throw away a certain soiled pillow case, or the attitude my nephew copped at me and Christine when he opened our gift to him and he thought he'd better inform us, that, ummm, he already got that same thing already. Well, give it back then you little effer… and make me a snow cone with your new snow cone maker while you pout about not getting an iPhone. Seriously? You want an iPhone? You are 5. You don't get a phone. And you sure as hell don't get to whine about it when you have like $2000 worth of useless crap stacked all around you that you will ruin and toss by the wayside in a matter of days.
The sweetest moment: Getting to spend the entire day of the 24th alone with Christine, eating awesomely traditional food for brunch, having a few relaxing beverages and capping off the day with her offering me money for my pants. Heh.
my most random christmas moment was when an employee (even after a gift giving ban was imposed mind you) gave me a BIG gift bag filled with underwears. all sorts of colors of underwears...it was utterly macabre.i mean how does she know if i even wear underwears? thinking about it now weeeeirds me out even.
the sweet thing was when i ran into my old (as in previous) postman in the grocery mart and he told me that there was a package for us that was addressed to our old address and hadn't been forwarded and then he called the post office right there and told them to hold it because we would come and get it!! how sweet was that??
Steve stole my most random event. In fact he stole all of them because he rants too much, but seriously, how awkward is it to sit there while your very conservative parents try and pretend that their gay daughter-in-law did not just get a t-shirt about masturbation while the conversation devolves into a disturbing discussion about my sister's sex life. Next year for Christmas I am giving my whole family a one hour group session with a therapist.
The sweetest, getting to see my grandma and stealing her away from all the other grandchildren for a quick chat and a good hug. That woman always amazes me.
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