Eggnog is bad for you...

It makes you kiss your presents...

We had to wait until she kissed all these...

It hasn't affected this little lady yet...
or this serene moment...
Another peaceful moment...

And then this...she is being sent back to the kids table next year, and I'm going with her.
This side of the room had a "Where the Wild Things Are" moment...the eggnog was flowing like a river over there...
This side of the room was on "Santa Watch"...
but not this guy...nobody knows what he was doing

This guy found Santa and his helper caught him...

Santa! He doesn't look too happy that he's been caught...
We took pictures with Santa...
You are never too old for that...

Santa Paws loved it...

Hope you loved your holiday too!

Annual Gingerbread House Extravaganza...

Wake up Linnie! It's time to make Gingerbread Houses!

This one belongs to my sister...
She had one too many of those wax candy drinks...I have contacted the authorities.
These are the finished products. Can you guess which one is mine?
It's the one my sister named, "Santa's Outhouse." It's the best I could do with arms like a T.rex.
My sister put some gummie guards on duty to watch over her house. I don't know why...nobody wants to eat her house. Even she doesn't want to eat it and it's not because I licked everything when she wasn't looking.
I forgot to lick this side...
My favorite (only) daughter made this one...
I did not lick it.

Christmas cheer . . .

I'm pretty sure this guy is the real deal...even if he did bring me a set of drums, a train set and a race track for Christmas the year I was eight. My husband got the same presents the year he was eight too. I'm pretty sure we were destined to be together based on this principle alone.

I'm pretty sure praying isn't going to help me much this year...but I'm still going to pray that nobody repeats those presents from my eighth Christmas.

I'm pretty sure my daughter doesn't like Nutcrackers. They stand watch on the staircase. They watch my daughter fall down the slippery wooden stairs and wipe out on the landing taking a few of these guys down in the process. Around here we call it "Nutcracker Bowling." Christmas wouldn't feel the same if this didn't happen every year. I never intend to carpet the stairs.
I'm pretty sure this is illegal in our state... but if my brother-in-law doesn't catch that squirrel there will be no Christmas dinner.
I'm pretty sure this guy had a headache the day after Christmas...Some people just can't handle their eggnog...

and some dogs can't handle it either...

I hope you are handling the Holidays just fine!