My side of the family celebrates big on Christmas Eve. We feast. I mean, we REALLY feast. And we giggle. We chortle. We laugh. Hell, we L O L. We even L M A O.
In a nutshell…. we party. HARD.
My mom and dad host the annual festival of frivolity every year and it is just a blast. Thought I would share a little bit of the kid-caroling with you.
I know. Mayhem. Ain’t that what the holiday is all about, though?