Now, my impression of the "Christmas Card" is not what really is, but what is desired to be perceived. You see, every year, I open the mail to find my friends and family posing statuesque in front of their decorated Christmas Trees, mantles, cabins, yada yada yada. Realizing that the Rockefeller's don't live at my house and tired of planning the perfect scenario to capture the Christmas spirit of my family, I decided to break from tradition, and send a card not of perception, but of my reality.
Let me set the scene.
Wednesday Night, Small Town America, Year- 2011
Characters-
Kane, 13
Lucy, 3 1/2
Hudson, 12mo
Mom
Dad
Did I mention, there was wine involved, my husband was attempting to put up lights on the house (some burned out bulbs, naturally) and the characters introduced above (my 3 kids) did not want to participate in this production, especially Hudson.
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| what you cant see, is Garth swearing, and Kane and I laughing |
So, as my darling children, dressed in their Christmas PJ's, helped to decorate the Christmas tree, I (a few glasses of wine down) decided to start taking pictures. Here is what we ended up with.
Personally, I don't think that the Rockefeller's have anything on us.
Happy Holidays.
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