My sister and her family
went to New Orleans for Christmas Eve so we planned to have Christmas
at her house on the day after Christmas.
I got to thinking about
Christmas Eve and decided it's been years since we spent the holiday
with just my parents so I suggested they come over and spend the day
with us.
The kids got busy getting
the house clean, I cooked a major traditional meal and the Island
King was in charge of making sure I didn't stress out – which is
actually the hardest job of all.
I don't know why I was
stressed. Only my parents were coming and they don't judge me so if
the house wasn't perfect or the meal didn't turn out like I wanted it
to they wouldn't care.
Luckily, Christmas Eve
morning came and I realized that the only thing that mattered was us
spending time together and that if the meal wasn't good or the dog
dragged the table cloth off the table it would be ok.
And it was.
They came over around
noon, the Island King finished up in the kitchen while Dad and I
watched the Saints game and Mom and the kids visited.
My sister was actually in
the Superdome watching the game and since we had to pause the game
several times, Dad sent her a text telling her not to send any texts
or pictures until he called her so that we'd have no spoilers.
We opened presents and my
Mom got a nerf gun. My Dad is a bear poker so I decided she needs a
nerf gun to shoot him with. She thought it was great - him not so
much.
I don't know why but the
Youngest Island Boy wanted tye-dyed clothes so that's what he got.
We teased him a little and
he could care less. He likes them.
The Oldest stayed with his
usual non flashy but cool clothing.
And everything makes the
Island Girl happy.
The day was wonderful, the
food was good and the Saints won the game.
We are truly blessed.
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