Ok, so let's get right to it before I lose all interest in blogging about Christmas.
Christmas Eve B and I did a little shopping, had lunch at Creole's (shrimp po boys which were pretty darn close to the real thang, I must say) and then put on our full battle armor to do some grocery shopping at the Harris Teeter.
Now let me just say that my husband associates all major holidays with the food that accompanies it.
Me, I prefer the decorating aspect, but y'all already knew that, didn't you?
So we came home and B immediately began a Christmas cookie baking frenzy.
It turned out really pretty. Y'know, for being free and all.
Fast forward to Christmas morning.
Santa brought plenty of electronic gadgetry, huntin' stuff, books and clothes for everyone.
The aftermath. Just so you know, it still looks a little bit like this right now, 4 days later!
B headed back to the kitchen in his new vest and cap to cook breakfast.
I love a man who cooks.
Then the real chef arrived with the bird and all the trimmings.
I am 43 years old and I have no idea how to cook a turkey.
I intend to keep it that way as long as I possibly can.
We don't have a lot of traditions at our house - each year we just do whatever works at the time - but one thing my family insists on is Christmas crackers.
We wear the silly paper crowns,
read the corny jokes out loud and trade the trinkets.
See Mom's pink hair clip? That was her prize this year.
Then we decided to take a little stroll with the dogs to walk off some of that turkey and green bean casserole.
Halfway around the neighborhood, it began to rain. So we high tailed it back home (with a little help from Dad in the car) and curled up in front of the fire to wait for the snow
which took it's sweet time coming.
But Sunday morning we awoke to this!
And of course they had to do this,
And I took more than a few photos like this.
And I tried really hard to burn into memory every detail of my very first