Sunday, December 28, 2008

Christmas eve shenanagins









The next order of business was Doing Christmas Eve with Richie's mom's sister's family in Chamblee.

We all got dolled up. I wore rollers for the first time since early childhood. Mazie and Vivian were all dolled up in the lovely dresses their Nana helped them pick out. Richie and Poppy were freshly shaven and smelled nice.

Aunt Faye and Uncle Billy's house was packed with her kids and their kids and their kids until you couldn't turn around without bumping into a Hood or a Gunn. Our girls immediately sensed the party atmosphere and proceeded to go haywire. There were other haywire kids present, so we didn't feel as bad as we ordinarily would have.

About ten minutes after we arrived the other little girls changed into their new leotards. We didn't have a leotard for Mazie or Vivian, who desperately wanted to be wearing something black and skintight, but we had providentially put them in black tights. We thought it best to let them do as the Romans do and strip down to their undershirts and black tights. (Not that the Romans did that particular thing.) That explains why Mazie is dressed like a homeless elf in the picture where she's hugging the indoor blowup Santa.

We got back to Nana and Poppy's around 9:45 and hastily performed the pre-Santa rituals. We hung our stockings and put out cookies and milk for Santa and some celery for the reindeer. Do reindeer eat celery? Of course they do; they're vegetarians. Besides, we're out of carrots.

It was a sweet Christmas Eve.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

leotards are comfortable and provide the flexibility you are after when needing something to wear to a dance recital. As a dancer, you know that you need two types for dancing. You need one type for practices and another for the big show. Many different styles exist for both of these types so deciding on what you want can be difficult.

Anonymous said...

Um, what's with the spam?! that is pretty funny.

Brandi Gunn said...

Dude, is this spam? I thought Ballet was somebody. Is my sense of irony cockeyed or what?