Okay, here's what Christmas looked like.

First there was the Christmas Eve services at St. Awesome's. There were 5 of them. Just like there were 5 wisemen. I think. Two died.








Then there was the Colonel family's Christmas open house. Dance Colonel! Dance!!!
















Charley The Intern spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day with Sara, her mom, and me. We pretended like we adopted him. I kept telling him that his real parents didn't want him and now we were stuck with him. He cried a little, but I think deep down he thought it was funny.












I made my first ham. Mmmmmm. Hammy.




On Christmas night Sara and I went to Lawrenceburg to spend time with my family. There was rock music and guns! Just like the old days!




















It was a great time and everyone learned a lesson about the true meaning of Christmas.

The End.

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I love the pic of Vlad teaching the Colonel how to smack it.  


And I taught Vlad how to be an uncoordinated white guy...so we're even steven.  


You forgot to mention the part where Sara said I was cool because of the rad tunes on my Zune.  


And the part on the way home where she was talking about how the two of you bonded. Now I'll never get rid of her.  


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