Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Christmas 2010

This picture was taken just as we were headed to Aunt Kari, Uncle Adam, and Baby Kate's house for the Christmas with the Kids festivities.  The adults (we really are FINALLY all adults) we have kids and jobs and everything, decided that we would only buy presents for the cousins (AKA - the kids) and nix the drawing of names for each other.  It winds up being one big gift card exchange anyway, so what's the point?  However, we did mandate that we keep the Dirty Santa game, as that is pretty good entertainment.  You know, there is always that one family member, just a little too invested in the cheap crap being passed around, and as time runs out on the clock, the desperation to secure that cheap crap is a sight to behold.  It's never me, of course.  I am above all that. ;-)


MC's Christmas list was interesting this year.  She did not ask for anything too expensive, or any toys from TV.  She did, however, ask for "booby pageants."  When I asked her what those are, she said very nonchalantly, "you know, just something to stick in my shirt, so I have boobs."  Madi's list was almost as unusual.  She asked for a few everyday items, like a new journal, gum, and science experiment stuff. 


MC's wish was granted when her aunt brought out a special present from deep in her closet---sticky "booby pageants."  Perfect for those times when you need some lift and an extra cup size and are planning to be swinging upside down - something MC does frequently.  Baby Kate was happy with her dress-up box from Mollie and said, "I will be beautiful, Papa" as she put on the gloves, shoes, and jewelry.


The Adult Christmas was the next best part as, true to form, you could hear a few grumbles from people about how much they had spent and how nice of a "gift" they had donated to Dirty Santa, all out of hurt feelings if their crap got passed over or traded.  I still have the most treasured item of all from a few years back: An 8 by 10 portrait of my sister in her first tap recital wearing enough make-up for 7 little girls and a risque outfit that only the 80's can produce...priceless!        

2 comments:

  1. I love your dirty santa - our shake weight was picked and kept. No giggling or anything except from me & Brian!

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  2. "Do I shake it like a shake weight?" ;-)

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