We had several people to our house to eat on Christmas day. I cooked and cleaned til 3 AM the night before. It was worth it though. Everything turned out good. Except when Doug flushed my comb down the toilet. So it wouldn't flush unless you had the plunger in hand. But the food was good. My sister, niece and nephew came, along with Doug, Rose, Billy, Shelly, my mother-in-law, and my mom. Justin, my nephew, was running around the house with Billy chasing him. He stopped in front of Billy and Billy fell, hitting his eye on the corner of the tv stand (which is glass). He cried for so long, wouldn't open his eye. So Doug and Rose left to take him to the emergency room, but he opened his eyes in the van and said he wanted to come back to our house. They came back but he still wasn't in a playin mood. Poor baby. I felt so bad for him. Then when he got home, he started throwing up. I was afraid he had a concussion. But he took a nap and when he woke up he was fine. Later that evening, my step brother and his wife came by and stayed for a visit. It was good to see them. Of course I made pictures.
My sister, Gerry. She had worked the night before and hadn't had any sleep:
My niece, Kelli:
Kelli's son, Justin:
My son, Doug and his lovely wife, Rose:
My granddaughter, Shelly:
My mother-in-law, Elizabeth:
Poor Billy with his boo boo:
Justin getting ready to leave:
I think he likes me a little:
Shelly getting a drink of Daddy's coke:
Don't know who made this, but I wish they hadn't:
Billy finally started playing a game on the computer:
My step brother, Gary. Doesn't he look mean?:
Gary's wife, Reba:
Now the house is back to normal, the trees are down, the decorations are put away. I always love Christmas, but it's way too commercialized. I'll admit, I'm as guilty as anybody. I'm glad it's over. And I survived! Now I'm dead with a cold, but at least I didn't have it on Christmas. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I hope you have a Happy New Year.
