When a mother of nine is faced with the prospect of traveling 2,000 miles to celebrate Christmas with her in-laws, she either embraces it or heads for her bed, going fetal under the covers.
So, there need to be Christmas outfits. Just SOME appropriate outfit, definitely WITHOUT all of the trapesings and trappings. And then enough clothes, just any old clothes, to get through with a wash machine available for use.
There will have to be presents, because some of these kiddos, four of them, are ten-and-under, and they need something to surprise them on Christmas morning (we decided).
The rest is provided by the loving relatives who await us! Gramz scored big with a giant-sized Jenga game.
We watched movies, hung out, played pool, and ate out a ton.
Gramz pulled out her old nativity set that my big kids remembered from their early childhood, when it was still possible for us to travel on Christmas with relative ease. (Relative).
And though we were "Down South", we got our White Christmas!
Lots of sparkle, feasting and festivity.
It's true. Home is where we're all together. It was a joyful Christmas, and a family memory made!
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