This started with festivities on the 23rd which has always been my family's day to celebrate ever since we were tiny. It made all the kids jealous when I was in elementary school and may be part of the reason that I never really believed in Santa, at least not that I remember anyhow.
Here's what the day entailed:
Jumping in the bounce house.
|Sam, Max, Evelyn|
|Jack (the boy that loves sleep more than any kid I know), Grandma Cindy|
|Scott, Grandpa John|
|Scott, Ryan, Jon|
Beating the living tar out of your cousins.
|Max, Sam, Evelyn|
|Max, Evelyn, Sam|
Forget the big stuff, lets play with this egg game.
Scott gave lessons on coffee.
Grandma was really impressed.
Opening gifts is all kinds of hilarity.
Then Evil Santa came. He makes a yearly visit with all kinds of inside jokes and humor. This year he brought new red cards to play Apples to Apples with. So, instead of coming using the cards with nouns and such on them that fit the description given, we were matching family memories and jokes with the given word. This of course meant we stayed up until 2 a.m. playing.