Shoveling the Turkey and Stuffing the Snow

Well, we're getting ready to head out pretty quick here. It is quite exciting to think of Jim's first Christmas with us all... I feel I should be warning him more, though.

He's spent all his life with a mom, dad, and him for Christmas. How do you prepare someone for mom, dad, sisters, wife, brother-in-law, grandma, grandpa, and uncle. Not to mention my uncle is mentally handicapped so he's been known to open other people's presents or immediately grab your present and yell "ohhh, this is NICE! Jenny, can I have it? Pleaaaase?" and then takes off with it - hooting and yelling excitedly.

There will be puzzles and crafts and booze and movies (home for the holidays) and games and more food than legally allowed and probably some gingerbread mishaps.

Although things have gone more smoothly since mom started buying us each our own gingerbread kit. Ever since the issues of Leone's vision of winter wonderland not meshing with Julia's side of Santa's Sweatshop Compound - He Knows When You've Been Bad or Good.

The Gummybear "eleves" who tried to escape served as a warning to the rest of them.

So yeah, separate kits.

And Jim has never had a butter tart. Mom makes many many butter tarts.

Mmmmmmmm.