Set in a ridiculously picturesque nook of Leesburg my brother now calls home, this year's Xmas Family Christmas Weekend was, unlike some other years, refreshingly and wonderfully low-key. We hung out in front of the fire place watching kids open gifts, drank bourbon that didn't come from a gas station and marvelled at the many, MANY things that Sistatime said that vaguely made no sense. Was awesome. Way too short, but awesome. And guess who is Uncle of the Year for showing up with a Radio Flyer tricycle for Paddy Mac? Course, next year I gotta get him a boat. And if you thought the kid resembled Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" before, I got some pictures on the way that'll make you look for Flick's tongue on a light pole. Also if I can do it I'll post a video of the newest Christmas tradition: Slo-Mo, Santa's sidekick that arrives every year ten days before Christmas to check and see which kids are bullshitting re: being good all year. :)
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