Christmas in my family means many set plans and traditions. Christmas Eve has always meant driving south to St. Augustine to have dinner with my dad's family and Christmas day has always meant driving to Callahan to visit with my mom's family. Being that my aunt who usually hosts our Christmas Eve feast got a nasty flu and my mom's family moved to Tennessee, we had to improvise a bit. Christmas Eve was small, but perfectly cozy and perfectly family-y.
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| Watching The Amazing Spiderman |
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| A hereditary explanation of why I can't take serious pictures. |
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| I got him Waterboy. |
Christmas Day meant a nice, relaxing day with my mom. Our only real tradition for Christmas Day is my mom making gorilla bread. Your arteries have not lived until they have been mutilated by the sugary goodness that is gorilla bread. Another tradition that is sort of in its infancy is us going to this neighborhood that has some awesome Christmas lights. It's a bit of a drive, but it is so worth it. We usually go before Christmas, but we have been a tad busy getting things on my list done. So, we decided Christmas day night (it makes sense in my head) was probably the only time we could make it there. Unfortunately, that was the same game plan for everyone else and their mother. It was a tad crowded, but still awesome nonetheless.
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| Skypin' the G. |
One of the things on my list was to watch at least one season of Friends. Being that seasons five and six are my favorites, we started with five a few days after I got home and finished it Christmas day night. Yeah, maybe we're not so traditional in my house.
