Sometimes Mom would even put the Christmas tree up Thanksgiving day. But the it was always stripped bare and torn down by lunch on the 26th.
I'm sorry, but Christmas without footie pajamas is just un-American. (And they have to have bum flaps. Footie pajamas without bum flaps just aren't footie pajamas.) Kids these days are just spoilt with their warmly heated bedrooms and faux fur lined bedroom slippers. Back in my day, our toes froze, and we were happy for it. (Did I sound enough like Grandpa?) Oh yeah, and we had to walk up hill five miles in the snow both ways in those footie pajamas to get our Christmas stockings. **humph**
I always knew everything I was going to get for Christmas before I opened it (for the second time). Sneaking around trying not to get caught was half the fun.
Plain M&M's, Peanut M&M's, Dr. Pepper, and homemade raisin cinnamon rolls. No icing of course. (That would have been a little too much sugar.) It's like we were giving the dentist job security for her Christmas present.
My mother collected Santa Clauses. So while the tree went down December 26th, dozens of Santas stared us down 365 days per year. I'm just saying it gives new meaning to the lyrics of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town."
These are quite funny! What a great list. H5
LOL. I liked it.
Very funny! The redneck Christmas breakfast is a hoot!
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