Here is the gigantic, singing, dancing Santa my cousin sent my aunt for Christmas. She loves it, but I think it's scarier than a clown.
Hey, kids. I just thought I'd drop in to wish you all a merry Christmas. Mine has been great so far. We got up and decided it was safe to head down to O-town. The drive was okay, except for the one thing I didn't count on...Fog. It was pretty soupy for about half of the drive.
As always, there was some holiday family wrasslin' going on.
We were so glad we made it. Our trip was so much shorter than we had originally planned, but we crammed all of the important stuff in it. We ate, we opened gifts and we wrestled with the little kids. Then we left.
We got home home around 4. I finished painting the bathroom and now I'm finally sitting down with a glass of wine. Ahhhhh. I still have to get the stockings ready, but I love doing that. And yes, we'll do Santa until my girls are 50 years old in my house.
Tomorrow will be as mellow as I can make it. We'll wake up, open gifts, I'll make a big breakfast of sausage, hash browns, eggs and pancakes, after I give that some time to sit, I'll try to run. They say it's supposed to snow tomorrow, and I love, love, love running in the snow.
I hope you all are safe, at home, drinking a glass of wine, eating some wonderful food, or whatever your drug of choice is, and preparing to have a wonderful day tomorrow.
Ah, hell. I'll just say it again, "Merry Christmas!"