Christmas Eve was most excellent.
As tradition goes, the extended family gets together for food, fun and merriment. So, we got all gussied up (we looked fierce) and went on over to the Aunt and Uncle's house. The thing about Cohen Christmas Eves is that everyone usually forgets that we aren't actually eating dinner there, but instead will snack on hour'dourves, with the crowning glory as the macaroni shrimp salad which is mayo based, which means I've never been smitten by it. So, usually our eating is a bit off as we don't actually have dinner. BUT, this year I remembered the food situation and had a tamale at home. Wicka wicka!
We ate and opened presents and we all made out pretty good and were very happy, although if you based our happiness on the excitement level shown (screaming) Laura would have been declared "happiest".
This year we even sang songs around the piano, which should explain the pictures. Oh, and of course, what is Christmas Eve without Zobal the Rottweiler? Zobal has a crush on me, so he followed me around all night, but it was okay because I have a crush on him too.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I am soooooooooooooooo excited. For reals man, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.Also, according to Zobal's pack leader, that is suppose to be a bow tie, but it keeps moving all around his neck.
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