So Christmas morning at home was fun, as usual. It was my first Christmas with all my siblings together and their kids, so it was fun to see all the babies going crazy from the excitement and sugar highs. My nephew, Sam, bravely gave an account of the Christmas story in front of everyone. The fact that his volume control switch seemed to be broken just made the story that much more entertaining. I also now know that Jesus wasn't "born" - he was "borin"...
Mr X and I didn't give gifts to each other since we decided that our experiences in Europe served as gift enough. We simply did a few stocking stuffers for each other. I got Mr X set up with the whole straight razor package, complete with a strop. Mr X hooked me up with some watercolor paints and some knitting needles. I was pretty happy about them because I had been wanting to dabble in the arts and crafts a bit. (On that note, I've nearly completed a very lopsided and goofy looking scarf that I was making for Mr X which he has very gracefully decided to allow me to keep (or just hide). And I have a couple of terrible painting attempts that don't quite deserve to grace a wall. Mr X has a few scrapes and cuts gracing his scruff-free face.)
Mr X and I also were tasked with preparing Christmas dinner for all the people at my parents house. That totalled 20 people. I found this experience to be more stressful than I had anticipated. Next time I will just order pizza. Mr X was a champ though - he helped me immensely and, more importantly, he calmed me down when my rolls didn't turn out just right.
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