The day after Christmas is always the best part. All the anxiety is gone, house guests are either leaving or already moved in and comfortable on your recliner, they know where the towels are already, the fridge is fair game to all and no one needs to be catered to anymore.
This year was pretty low key, just Dad and my brothers, Daniel and Daryll, over with Sheldon and I, the turkey was small but still as good as we hoped for. I'd like to say it was quiet but we pulled out the Rock Band. It was 78 degrees (I can't find the symbol for "degrees") in my house with the oven on, so all the windows were open, I am sure my neighbors loved our rendition of Mississippi Queen, we sucked. At least we got to practice the same songs over and over again until we nearly beat Daryll to death with the drum sticks. Drum solos are not our thing.
As if we didn't get worked up enough with Rockin' Out, we rounded out our Christmas night with a hockey game. And then our team lost. If it wasn't Christmas Day there is no telling what kind of beat down could have happened... to Daryll.
So it was not our normal Christmas, I don't know if we could have handled a normal Christmas, this worked out just fine anyway.
Hope yours was fun too!
~V
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Sounds like you had a good time. We just went to dinner at Steve's sisters. Things were pretty quiet once all the kids went home.
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