Christmas joy

Here comes 2011. I know you are tired off hearing "oh my gosh, I cant believe how fast this year has gone by" and bla bla bla. But dang it. IT,S TRUE!!

So enough of that. Christmas has come and gone, and I have stored it into my memory vault of a brain. Violet has gotten quite a collection of toys, that I now find my self stumbling on every day. She is very proficient in the art of destroying any clean room, and a master at booby trapping the floor with pointy little things. OUCH! Damn those farm animal rolly thingys. Among her many favorites, [and I am not over exaggerating when I say many] she seems to enjoy her rocking horse, a stew pot, and a zombie doll. What can I say Santa has very odd tastes.
If her toys suggest anything about her future roll in life it would say she is destined to fight the zombie Apocalypse, on a horse and i don't know ... feed the homeless. wow my daughter...heroin of the new world, animal lover, restorer of humanity. yeah its destiny.
okay back on track. So my favorite thing about Christmas this year was Santa greeting my from his long night at work. Mind you this was a very tattooed, very pierced, very tall Santa [If you haven't guessed I'M talking about my man Jason]. He was very adamant about leaving his daughters presents out for him to place under the plastic Christmas tree [we got class lol]. Violet must have heard sleigh bells ringing [but I think the sleigh was bumping some cradle of filth (band)] because she woke up. Being as I`m the nicest sweetest mother I let her stay up and help daddy play Santa's little helper. She watched as daddy forced over frosted Christmas cookies that were polluted with twizzlers, coconut, sour things, and Reese's pieces for eyes. She helped place bright boxes under the tree, and gave a few of her toys a test ride.
After we downed a rather large glass of brandy that we flavored with egg nog we crawled into bed. I lovingly asked Jason ″are you drunk?” to which he replied

"no".

I said, "Well, I am" with a grin.

"Okay yeah, I guess I am too". Lol what a man has to have his wife say she got tipsy before he will admit it.

No we are ready to take on New years, though violet is going to have to indulge in sparkling cider rather than champagne. We already had one aunt passed out on christmas. The last thing we need is a baby stumbling around drunk saying "Where am I? What planet are we on?" :0)