A Family Christmas Pictorial


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Underwood Family Farms. We found the tree!
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Come here, cute stuff! Let me squeeze the dickens out of you in front of a tree that isn’t ours.
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Sure dad. Park the car under a big tree that overshadows the tree we picked out on top of our car.
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I cropped out the fact that both of my men are wearing shorts on a day we picked-out our Christmas tree. Note my chilly weather attire. In their defense, it was 73 degrees outside. I was burning up.
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As I was shooting this picture. Santa told Miles that I wanted a Cabbage Patch doll when I was a little girl. I reminded Santa – yes, but it never came. Miles smiled.
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A big old wad of tangled lights. John can handle this. I’m not equipped.
What was in the 20-gallon storage bin (labeled “SHOES”) taking-up all that space in the garage, you ask? One string of lights and three bows. No shoes in sight.
You thought I was kidding about the SHOES, right?
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Found the tree skirt!
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What are these weird, fake plants doing in the holiday decorations? Hmmm.
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He always looks like he’s waiting for me to leave the room so he can pee on the tree. He never does. But, I always think he will, eventually pee on the tree when I’m not looking.
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Time for wine.
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Found another giant bin in the garage filled with only one angel, one star and one string of lights. WHO puts this stuff away?
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I’m going to need more wine.
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You thought I lied about the peeing on the tree thing? There’s my dog again just waiting for me to turn my back so he can snatch a chocolate. (Note the glass is almost empty.)
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The stockings are up! My husband asked me if I could iron them. What? They are made of felt. No one irons felt. Wait. Do they?
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I asked John to stand behind the tree while he was stringing the lights, because he was in boxers. No one needs to see that. P.S. That’s his annoyed face.
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“Here mom! Let me help you hang ornaments!” What a good son.
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After Miles helped hang one ornament.
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One of those is a crystal wedding present. He’s broken two ornaments after hanging five ornaments.
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It was a three glass of wine kind of night. #deckthehalls
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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
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Where do all the unstrung ornaments go? #ornamentgraveyard
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Time to focus.
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I love this Santa. He takes up too much room, but I love him.
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Time for the star!

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Reflections


I sat under the pavilion sheltered from the sun, snacking on real images of my home and life, with my laptop finally open, pecking away at that novel I’ve only half-way finished writing. Occasionally, I would glance up to watch my son’s newly perfected dive permeating the pool’s crystal clear surface, and revel in the fact that hubby was home from his travels for a spell. Both of us, I’m sure, wondering what life will be like, just the three of us, when my daughter left our foursome to begin her journey off at college.

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