I’ve been meaning to post pictures from Christmas since, well, since the day after Christmas. Somehow I’ve always gotten waylaid and distracted, stuck when faced with choosing only a few of the hundreds of photos we took over that week.
This year felt like one of those years that we will be talking about twenty years from now, relaxing in someone’s palatial mansion with a kajillion next generation kids running around like hellions, torturing their cousins in some sort of bizarre Lord of the Flies-type scenario while the adults slip into a gentle drunkenness, blissfully unaware of the chaos.
We will remember how my sister and her husband almost spent the holiday camping outside, how Hilary appointed herself the Family Mouthpiece, “Saying What Everyone Is Thinking”, how we crammed everyone into our teensy tiny little cottage, how we used a bench as a Christmas dinner table and how, thanks to an ingenious stocking stuffer from our Brother-In-Law, the soundtrack to Christmas 2011 will forever be remembered as the clicking of hundreds of tiny magnetic balls.
So. I present to you my family in all of its chaotic glory, one of the best Christmases to date. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
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