This year we decided not to get a Christmas Tree to save a little cash. I sulked a teeny bit that I didn’t feel as festive without one but Harrison wisely reminded me that once we landed in the Carolinas that holiday spirit would come flooding right back in. And flood it did! After the brisk 16-hour pilgrimage down south, we opened the door to my mom’s on Christmas Eve and there it came… like a Mack truck. And for the next day and a half it was full-on, non-stop holiday cheer. Here’s the run-down…
Upon arrival at Hotel Tyson (aka my mom and stepdad’s), we were greeted with hugs and a VIP turn down service.
After a nice dinner out with Harrison’s dad filled with big laughs and big steaks, we woke the following morning to the smell of coffee and mmm…. sausage balls.
After putting away a couple (handfuls) we headed in for PRESENTS and to take in mom’s annual showroom-esque Christmas display.
So what do we do. Use the fancy new attachment from Harrison’s pops to show the family how to grind their own meat using that new mixer of course. Harrison pulled my mom right up to the plate and told her to hold the catching bowl. She was a little skeptical but excited.
Meanwhile, outside sat my brother’s jam-packed car. Big news in the land of little brothers as he announced the other week that he and his lady-love were moving to Vail, Colorado! Just in time for snowboard season no less…
Back inside, we all asked him way too many questions about his big move. To distract us, he dramatically opened a card… and I, the amateur photojournalist, was there to capture it all.
After all that excitement we hopped back into the Subaru and headed over to house numero dos, Harrison’s mom’s, for more holiday action.
Here we light the menorah and then say the Christmas blessing. It’s the ultimate in festive fun.
After dinner, I was handpicked by the coolest 10-year-old I know to help him with the annual sorting of gifts. His take charge attitude was impressive and he made sure no gift was left untouched.
Unfortunately my sorting skills were a bit well, messy, so I got kicked to the sidelines. Better luck next year.
Up next, my dad and step mom’s to wrap up the holiday as house numero tres.
Ahhh…the holidays. Definitely the most wonderful time of the year.
And up next: New Year’s! Off to Asheville we go…hooray! Enjoy the last day of 2011 ya’ll.
Until we eat drink and be merry again,