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I realise no one else cares, but this is primarily my own journal and i like photos. So! My Christmas, a fairly brief picspam.
Let's start with out traditional Christmas Eve walk last night. We've done this every year for ages with the Barkers; the dress-ups are a more recent addition though. Us clowns:

No photos of church, but it was really pretty. Would have been even nicer if they'd turned the other half of the lights off and had only the candles. The most important thing, though, was that we met the sister's boyfriend's family officially for the first time.
The sister made me get up at about eight AM, which was rather like torture. We opened the stockings first in the parents' room, then the presents under the tree. (We didn't bother getting dressed before this stage, because no one was coming to see us. So, PJ photos!)




(My haul :D)
Then Christmas Brunch:

Then we just fucked around for ages. Dad assembled this little table we gave him:

Meanwhile I checked LJ, watched part two of Hogfather on TV, started watching Aladdin 2 with the sister before we decided it was too crap and gave up, and by then it was time to get changed. (oh, and we visited Aunt somewhere in there too. And talked to Uncle John on the phone. Xmas is meant to be about family, or something like that, apparently.)
We went to the Sweetmans' house for Christmas dinner, which was rather different since we normally have our main Xmas meal at lunch time and then just relax the rest of the day.
It all started very nicely, us kids watching Casino Royale while the adults chatted in the other room:

and then a really nice dinner:

So civilised! My Xmas hat even matched my top and everything. At some point in the night I managed to switch colours though, and I can't remember when.
but after dinner (okay, and during, I dropped the camera in my plate. I think I need to actually never drink around my family, because I swear I didn't have that much) the alcohol levels were rather raised

and our true characters shone out (Me=camho, sister=gangsta)

so we wound things down with a fairly badass game of Trouble

before heading home, whereupon I opened up my computer and started struggling with Scrapbook before giving up and reverting to Photobucket. One of these days I will figure out how the fuck Scrapbook works, but not while I"m still rather full of wine.
I think I'm going to regret pissing people off with all this spam when I'm soberer :/ And showing just how shit my natural writing style is when I'm not in a state to edit for coherency.