We had a great Christmas this year..well, they all are, but on a scale of 1 to 10, this one was a 13. For a lot of reasons. First, we had a beautiful tree. Goody Two Shoes really outdid herself this year. I help, but she does most of the work. The only sad part was that Skippy couldn't come home this year. It was the one deppressing moment in what was a wonderful Christmas.
I mention that I help. Here is one of my contributions. A country Santa, complete with his tractor, cup of coffee and his dog. You didn't know Santa had a dog, did you? Well, he does, in fact I have it on good authority that his dog's name is...Lattimore...yeah, that's it, and he likes me! I couldn't resist sticking in my Charlie Brown tree in the background. The ornament is actually an earring. As for the picture in the background, well, it has nothing to do with the holidays, rather, it serves as a reminder of where I want to be someday.
Christmas Eve we always go to my Mothers' place to open presents. Here's Soccer Dude and Dimples mugging for the camera.
Goody Two Shoes in all her holiday splendor.
Mom and the Wild Child getting to play Rock, Paper, Scissors over the last cookie.
Me laying down for a long winter nap.
The hand belongs to Goody Two Shoes. She's showing off her diamond ring. Twenty eight and a half years ago we started out with very little and I couldn't afford a diamond. This year was a different story. She says I'm bad? Does that mean I did a good thing? Women...they speak with forked tongue.
Just when I thought I'd blown it with Santa Claus, the chubby old elf came through. Guess I was a better boy than I thought. Take a gander at some of the loot he brought me.
Time for a competitive, but friendly, game of Fact or Crap.
Here's the Wild Child and Soccer Dude. The look on his face says it all.
After all the silliness, it was time to eat.
Christmas is also a time to get stuffed...with delicious holiday treats. We were reading the Pioneer Woman one day and Goody Two Shoes saw her recipe for Holiday Bacon Appetizers. Click here for a link to Ree's recipe.
These little babies are so delicious that you can't eat just one. Wait...I thought you couldn't eat just one Lays Potato chip? Who cares, Lays just got kicked to the curb. Behold the power of bacon and Parmesan cheese.
Here's the chef savoring the fruits of her labor. Five seconds later she got shoved out of the way so I could have a go at them. We're both on diets now.
And lastly, as devoted readers of Confessions of a Pioneer Woman, Goody Two Shoes 'n me ordered on of her calendars. Then we sat back and waited...and waited...and waited some more. Christmas Eve came and no calendar in the mail. At this point Goody Two Shoes was accusing me of intercepting the mail and hiding the calendar to surprise her with on Christmas Day. I was doing the same thing to her and she proclaimed her innocence...cause when your nickname is Goody Two Shoes that's what you do. Now, fast forward to Christmas afternoon. We're sitting in the living room having a merry old time. Dimples and Soccer Dude have come over and it's almost time for games when there is a knock at the door. For a moment I thought Skippy had come in from Tennessee to surprise us. It was the mailman...that's right, the mailman...ON CHRISTMAS DAY! Wasssup with that? Anyway he cheerfully announces that we had a package. Goody Two Shoes thanked him, then asked what he was doing on Christmas of all days. He said that they asked for volunteers. Long story short we got our calendar on Christmas day. Thanks a bunch, Ree!