Christmas BREAK

I think our family has taken the idea of Christmas Break too literally. Lots of stuff got broken. Like my Christmas Platters.

While making a right hand turn, I drove into a curb, breaking the hubcap and making the tire squeak, just a little. Roland wasn't in the car when I drove into the curb. He never would have known about the curb crash if Noah (tattle tale) didn't announce it the minute we walked in the door. Now, when I drive and turn a corner, Roland gasps, cringes, grabs the car door, and braces himself on the dashboard.

Noah broke my bedroom ceiling fan...
with a pillow.

But truly the saddest are the innocent Christmas people that are victims of "Christmas Break". Those that join us each year to brighten our days and cheer our hearts.

Like this helpful elf, whose hand fell off, but never lost it's grip on the ribbon:

And this jolly jester, who smiles even though he lost an entire arm and all 3 points of his jester hat:

And this brave woman (looks suspiciously like me hugging Roland on our dream chopper) who lost her leg, but won't let that stop her from showing off.
And this roller skate dude who lost one skate, but still, he walks to the skating rink, one skate over his shoulder, and skates on one foot.

And this angelic angel. Who, while singing on high, broke her hand clean off.


And finally, and most tragically, Harry Potter. Kind of like a chicken with it's head cut off, he continues to fly about with the Golden Snitch.

We also had a 9x13 pan of Chicken Pot Pie dumped all over the kitchen floor, which broke Ike's heart.

I am ready for Christmas BREAK to be over. School starts on Thursday.