All this stuff happened before the New Year. And to fulfill my New Years Resolution to stop worrying so much, I'm writing my Christmas post on January 3rd. See how I did that? Now my procrastination and failure to be timely seems rebellious instead of lazy.
Maybe.
Anyway, I ACTUALLY TOOK SOME PICTURES.
The day before Christmas eve, we bought our tree!
And by we, I mean Claire and Dad bought our tree. Probably the last one in Massachusetts. They got it from some guy selling out of his front yard, which is, you know, awesome.
On Christmas day, we went ice skating on the lake. I am pretty sure I live in someone else's sentimental memoir.
But of course, we had some reluctant following of safety precautions, because we're us.
Hahahahaha.
But it was pretty.
At some point, my family played Scrabble. Because that's what they do. I didn't play, because I hate losing and if I play scrabble with my family, there's just no way I'm winning. Ever. I am also five years old. Here's them laughing because they're actually ARGUING about the rules of Scrabble.
Please note the mechanical dancing Santa in the background. I love holidays.
