Christmas

We always go to my Aunt's home to celebrate Christmas Eve. Peanut found a stool that had wheels and was pushing it all over the place, until we bought out the flying santa. Peanut would flee at the sight of it. The airplaned Santa has a propeller that words blinging brightly on it and the music blaired loudly"Santas is coming to town". Daddy and his Aunt tried so hard to get him around the toy only to see Peanut trying to run to me. Who knew santa would scare a kid so much. He saw Santa at the Hammonds Candy Cane Festival at the beginning of December, though I did not put him on his lap.

It's a tradition that night to have a white elephant exchange. The funny thing is the hot items besides the homemade quilts are the lottery tickets. People will get ruthless to get those tickets, like taking it from Grandma who is deaf and has dementia. Voltures. All in all, it was a great Christmas Eve.

On Christmas morning Lil' sista woke all of us in my Mom's home up at 5:30 am to open gifts. Peanut still does not get the unwrapping of the gifts part. He started to cry when we put him in the gift bag that was bigger then him. It was the biggest gift bag I've ever seen. He was very tired. Then off to my Aunt's house again for breakfast and celebrations. It was a wonderful time with our family.