The Christmas Recap.

I trust you all had a good Christmas, no?

The mission statement for this post is to recap our Christmas weekend.

I am going to tell you that I shall attempt to make this post short and sweet.

But we all know the truth.

On Christmas Eve, Lucy brought back the deer leg.  This information serves no purpose other than to make you all pity me.

LucyFur.

After we witnessed the horrifying carnage, we drove off to church for Christmas Eve service.  Christmas Eve service has become my favorite part of the holidays.  It is the one time I feel calm.  It is the one time I feel like I can relax.  It is the one time I don't feel like I have other things I should be doing.  And it is a great time to worship and remember the greatest gift of all.

Every year we go to LJ's (short for Lumberjack . . . keep up, people!) family's house for Christmas Eve.  We all meet there after church and eat finger foods and exchange gifts.

Aunt Lisa got my dudes toy guns.

Yay.

I'm sure they won't ever be naughty with them.

Is not Handsome Dude wearing an uber festive sweater?

My niece, Little Miss.

I did not get Little Miss a toy gun.

*Ahem*, Lisa.

My girls made Aunt Lisa a pin cushion holder thingie ma bob.

No, silly readers!  I did not help the girls make it!

My ma-in-law did.

I did not receive a pin cusion.

For I have not pins.  Or needles.  Or a brain.

Aunt Lisa made my girls these super cute headbands.

I would like to announce that I did not make one gift. 

No.

I am a fan of stores and cheaply made items.

Lisa.  She is such a show-off.

I kid!  I jest!

Jason and Amy travelled from wherever-it-is-they-dwell to wherever-it-is-we-dwell to join in on the festivities.

Remember Jason?

Jason had the audacity to inform me that he thinks I try to embarass him a lot.

Whatever.

Amy found this lovely ornament on the tree.

Let's take a closer look, shall we?

You cannot deny that Jason is wearing a fantastic pink hat.

Alright.  Back to the guns.

My boys ruthlessly shot everyone in the room.  I felt bad.  It is Christmas and all.  So I told them to just shoot pictures.

But they forgot.

Do you see this look?

This is Alex challenging his brothers to a duel.

Or whatever in the heck that is.

Here's Jason.

Remember Jason?

Jason vs. Alex

I don't recall who won.  Cause I don't care.

Then Alex, who was looking mighty fierce . . .

decided to challenge the most handsomest buckaroo of all.

I don't recall who won.

Cause I don't care. 

 And I was trying to figure out what accessory from the 90's that I used to wear would have come in handy for my husband in this picture:

Ah, yes.  This gem:

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I was probably sporting one of those around the same time Jason was wearing his pink hat.

On Christmas morning, the children woke up and opened their presents.

We got the boys a train table.

Fun Fact:  Little Dude was in a mood on Christmas Eve and he insisted that he wear his festive sweater vest over his jammies.

Clearly he is a slave to fashion.

The girls received a horse stable set.

And some other lovelies . . .

My parents and sister came over for the day.  This was the first Christmas our family ever got to stay home on Christmas Day before and it was a lovely change.

My dad was riveted by our company.

I cooked a dinner.  My dad helped a lot.  Everyone survived.  We had lots of fun.

Yada-yada-yada.

And I finally got to take the tree down . . .

It sure held up well.

And today.

Today, Lucy brought us not one, but two deer legs and what I suspect to be a rib cage.

Lucy.

Fur.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend!