Welcome to Christmas with the Haakenson-Lallatin-Chipman
brood. And you can’t forget about the Bests, Strahans, Cooks, Brintons, and
Getzs. We have quite the party every year. There are always new faces to be
seen, and all the chaos you could want. You really couldn’t ask for a better
time.
Let me just say that I love, love, love Christmas - the
atmosphere, the smells, the decorations, the anticipation. All of it. It’s such
an exciting, beautiful time of year (not to mention a nice break from school).
And this year I got to be HOME! We have such fun traditions that I love being a
part of. Although, the drive home was a beast. Not as bad as the drive back to
Utah, and certainly not as bad as the drive home for Thanksgiving last year (18
freaking hours!!!). I will not sit in a car for more than an hour at a time for
the next three months, at least.
Aside from actually getting there, being there was lovely. I
saw my best girlfriends and some other good friends from high school. We played
a little Just Dance 3 (we’re a hilarious bunch btw), went “classy” classic
roller skating, and went down to the resort like the good old days. My first
day back I sunk my teeth into a delicious Huddy burger. I’ve had a lot of good
burgers, but none compare to the perfection of a Hudson’s Hamburger. Of course
we had cousinpalooza up at the Schweitzer condo and hit the slopes early enough
the next day to get first tracks. Dang, I need to brush up on my skiing. I used
to be skiing at least once a week. Now it’s like once a year. Unacceptable.
Now for the real reason you are here. How does my crazy
family celebrate the most wonderful time of the year? It all begins Christmas
Eve. Everyone gathers at either the Lallatins or the Haakensons for Christmas
feast number one. We open gifts from the
different families, and we usually have a visit from some character who is
acting as Santa’s Helper. Last year it was the Grinch. This year it was the Cat
in the Hat (or Kat in the Hat).
Christmas morning rolls around and at my house we wake up to
stockings filled with chocolate and little presents, gifts from Santa, and
gifts from each other. After tearing into those, we have strawberry waffles for
breakfast. They’re the best when you spread sour cream all over them and then
top them with yummy strawberries. And you can’t forget about the Satsuma
oranges on the side. When Christmas falls on a Sunday we go to church for
Sacrament meeting, and then head to Sunbar for the rest of Christmas Day. This
year, we switched it up and went to serve Christmas dinner at a nearby
restaurant for the less fortunate. It was so fun, and I’m not just saying that.
I really enjoyed serving and chatting with the people there. They were so
friendly and so grateful. It made me realize how incredibly blessed I am. I
don’t have to worry about some of the simplest things, like where my next meal
is coming from.
We did go to Sunbar (the grandparents’ house) afterward for
Christmas feast number two and for round two of stockings. Santa also stops at
their house for all the grandkids. We play games and ice skate and eat until we
can’t eat no mo. In the past we’ve had some pretty intense games of Cranium.
When my Aunt Sneena and I are on a team, we are unstoppable (in any game, not
just Cranium). Seriously, we’ve never lost. You’ve been warned.
And now you have officially survived a Christmas with us!
Congratulations! There is no better way to celebrate the Savior’s birth than
with such amazing people, in my humble opinion, and I wouldn’t trade it for
anything. Although, I could really use some sunshine right about now. Can it be
summer already????
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