Blog #326: Christmas Eve!

Every Christmas Eve, we have a "party" that consists of the immediate family and Grandma Dee. We each get to pick a "special treat," sit around eating and listening to Christmas music, and eventually Mom makes us play some music on the various instruments we all play. It's nothing extravagant by any means, but it's tradition.

Toward the end of the night, we always set out to take some family pictures, but Grandma Dee is the only photographer available. To be quite honest,I don't think Grandma could take a non-blurry photo if her life depended on it. IF all six of us even make it in the picture, it's so blurry you can't tell one person from the other. As odd as it sounds, we never even do it for the sake of the picture anymore— we just do it for the hilarious experience of Grandma trying to take the picture.

Finally, when it's all said and done, all of us siblings head to the basement to have a slumber party and watch Bob Ross. I'm not exactly positive how this tradition started, but it's become tradition nonetheless.

Now, with Bob Ross gently telling the story of a baby bird he rescued when he was a kid, my brothers and sisters all around me, everything, for a moment, is chill. More specifically, Chill with Bob Ross.