You know, I’ve been humming that Christmas tune in my head all week…I think you know the one…
“Oh there’s no place like home For the holidays, ‘cause no matter how far away you roam, if you want to be happy in a million ways, For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home .”
Really, besides the Grinch, who doubts the lyrics of a Christmas tune anyways?
To think just a few short days ago, I was sitting on the plane becoming so overwhelmed with these crazy persons thoughts about going home for the holidays. Feeling guilty and anxious already about making sure everyone has around the same time to spend with us before even stepping foot back onto US soil. EEK! Can you relate?
Thankfully that anxiety subsided somewhere in the air over what I’m guessing was the state of Washington.
I’m happy to report, We Bees are having such a wonderful trip back home! So much delicious home-cooked food and time spent with people we love so dearly.
For now, I’ll leave you with a few pictures from our merry little Christmas!
Typically we all attend Christmas Eve service but due to the road conditions we thought it would be best to stick close to home.
Christmas Eve with the traditional snack attack fest, this year held at my mothers house.I couldn’t believe the wonderful spread of snacks that she put out for us. Shrimp, spicy cheeses and ring bologna, cookies, and middleswarth chips. I loved watching my niece and nephew. They seriously sprouted by like weeds! I am sure I have mentioned this before in a past blog post, children always put time into perspective for me.
Followed by opening gifts at the in-laws. Any occasion to involve gifts my sweet sister in-law gets super excited and cannot wait to tear into them, hence gift opening on Christmas eve. It always makes me giggle because her brother is exactly the same! He also is the type to get super excited to give me a gift, what a pair these two.
The traditional Christmas Day breakfast with the in-laws, dry beef and gravy.
Last but certainly not least, the traditional Christmas Day dinner with the other set of grandparents and my family.
Poor Mr. B has been incredibly jet lagged. I guess I better follow suit too.
