It's Christmastime! Cram your hole full of happiness and frosting, why dontcha?
What sort of tropical hijinks transpire on a Floridian Christmas Eve, my Minnesotan brothers and sisters might be wondering? Let me tell you.
- Instead of sledding, you and the family take the kids to the pool. There's no snow anywhere! And people wear bathing suits! The girls loved the swimming, as they always do. Abby even went in the hot tub - it wasn't really that hot - although Lily wasn't a huge fan.
- You see salamanders! Very rare in MN this time of year. We saw a few outside my Dad's house. They thought they were pretty funny, but when I tried to catch one, I think they were a little confused. So were the salamanders.
- We did crafts! Thanks to Aunt Tracey being on the ball (she is so far on she's off again), we made reindeer food. You may not be aware, but a reindeer's primary diet consists of Quaker oats and glitter, mixed in a paper bowl, and strewn across the lawn.
After that, we made some Christmas cookies. Lily didn't seem to grasp the idea, and spent a goodly portion of the time eating the frosting, one fingertip's worth at a time. Abby did a bit better (probably because Jen was helping her and I was helping Lily), and mixed up some really noxious looking frosting mix. She dug it, though.
- We ran around the neighborhood in bare feet. Again, not normally something to attempt in Minnesota.
And after all that, you eat a crapload of food and stay up too late, then play a game of Sorry where you find out that your brother is a vengeful bastard with a large, seething pit of spite in his soul. Just kidding. Not really. Listen, I play Sorry to win. I lost of course, but Jen won, and she won gracefully.
In Minnesota, a crapload of Grater's ice cream certainly wouldn't be as awesome, but luckily we're in Florida, and our Aunt Betty and Uncle Jerry rule so much that they sent us about a hundred pints of said ice cream. Thanks, Cincinnati relatives!
Santa is on his way, as I write this. Exciting! Tomorrow, the anarchy of Christmas is on.
Day three hundred and Christmas Eve
Grace throws out fistfulls of reindeer food for Donner, Vixen, Blitzen...and all those other yahoos.
Lily doles out reindeer food sparingly. Give it up, L...those guys are hungry.
There ya go.
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