tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post427633152117204176..comments2023-07-03T10:15:09.766-04:00Comments on Graven Images: Christmas MemoriesCarnealianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04438541010027037499noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post-90990111613934349182006-12-15T11:56:00.000-05:002006-12-15T11:56:00.000-05:00Merry Christmas to you & yours!Merry Christmas to you & yours!SnotSuckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08042323738851979765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post-16237779827286185332006-12-14T15:21:00.000-05:002006-12-14T15:21:00.000-05:00Well you can't beat cats with tinsel hanging out t...Well you can't beat cats with tinsel hanging out their butts...nor dad's singing David Allen Coe. Now that's what I call Christmas!! LOL!!!<br /><br /><br />Bone, consider this paybacks for all the times you made me bawl from reading your posts!Carnealianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04438541010027037499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post-30937713530370107022006-12-14T13:42:00.000-05:002006-12-14T13:42:00.000-05:00LOL Brian! I used to love it when my kids would le...LOL Brian! I used to love it when my kids would leave their crayons down, and then the dog would eat them. Then the next time she pooped, it would be rainbow colored.<br /><br />Carn, I love your descriptions of your Christmas. When I was a kid, Christmas was spent at home. My mom prepped the tree, much like I do, and then we each had our own ornaments to hang, like my kids do. We would spend the morning at home, before going over to my step-grandmother's house for Christmas dinner. That was very formal and awkward, and my dad never sang Christmas carols. About the closest he got was singing to David Allan Coe on road trips down to Houston. For me, Thanksgiving has always been where it's at.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post-57249913061521472042006-12-13T20:12:00.000-05:002006-12-13T20:12:00.000-05:00Oh, sweetheart. What a sad and sweet post :-/
*h...Oh, sweetheart. What a sad and sweet post :-/<br /><br />*hugs*Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13952956.post-52190407489299027882006-12-13T17:01:00.000-05:002006-12-13T17:01:00.000-05:00One of my Christmas memories is the cat walking ar...One of my Christmas memories is the cat walking around with tinsel hanging out of his ass. Not exactly a Norman Rockwell moment...NittanyBrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13825871772378718114noreply@blogger.com