A New Christmas Tradition?

December 26, 2006 at 9:44 pm 7 comments

This year, Sean and I spent Christmas with my parents in Occoquan, Virginia.  We had a lot of precipitation but it was far from a White Christmas.  More like a grey, dreary, muddy Christmas.  But inside, it was jolly and warm and definitely felt like a holiday. 

Our dinner was well attended.  Aunt Maria, Uncle Timmy, Sam, Frank and Grandma came as usual.  Then Uncle Mark and New Denise attended as well.  Add that to me, Mom, Dad, Sean, Carolyn and Clint– we had a total of thirteen people for dinner.  Having four barking dogs on hand to greet the arriving guests (including a 92 year old woman) didn’t seem to be the wisest decision.  So Moon and Sunny were sequestered to the surburban and Jimmie got to experience the comfort of the XTerra.  Henry is so little and helpless, he got to have free reign of the house.  He spent most of the time watching my father carve the turkey, just waiting for some kind of mishap to occur that would end up with food on the floor (Henry’s Christmas wish did not come true).

After all the guests were settled and dinner was ingested, Dad went to fetch the larger dogs.  His success rate was 50%.  He returned with one dog in his custody, Moon.  Sunny had bolted away and escaped Dad’s grasp.

It was up to Carolyn, Sam and I to seek out and capture Sunny.  We went out into the dark cold rain to start our adventure.  We were armed with nothing but our humor, a plate of turkey scrapes and the surburban keys.  The sun had set long ago, so we had very little light to work with.  We drove up and down Occoquan Road with the windows rolled down, calling Sunny’s name.  Cold rain dusted our faces and arms as we squinted and scanned the surrounding streets for a goofy silhouette with a curly tail.  We had very little luck.  We decided to take one more pass, which failed as well.  

Defeated, we were returning to our house when suddenly Carolyn aptly demostrated why Lasix is a good investment and yelled, “An overturned trashcan!  He’s there!” 

We pulled in and sure enough, Sunny had taken it upon himself to knock over a neighbor’s trashcan and was having his own holiday feast (one little Henry would covet).  Carolyn ran out and snatched him.  And then it was time to do something no one expected to do on Christmas day.  Sam, Carolyn and I stood out in the cold, winter rain and cleaned up a stranger’s trash.  A stranger’s soggy trash at that!

“Could this get any better?!?” I asked myself as I peeled a wet receipt off the asphalt.

Well, apparently for Carolyn, it could!  As I transported that piece of trash to the now righted can, I had a collision.  The trash hit Carolyn in the back of the head and thanks to its ample moisture— it stuck there!  Hair accessories are often common stocking stuffers for Christmas.  I guess I kept that theme going.  What better way to accessorize than to have someone else’s garbage embellish your hair?

Carolyn took the mishap in good humor.  Actually, she may be used to my poor aim.  In elementary school, I tried to throw a rawhide bone for a dog and ended up hitting Carolyn in the face instead.  In that incident, she was required to get a series of stitches.  At least this time, all she needed was a vigorous shampooing!

Sam, Carolyn and I got soaked, but we did have our fair share of laughs.  It was so much fun, I’m thinking we should do this every year.    Sound good to you, Carolyn?

P.S.  All my pictures from Christmas 2006 are available on my Flickr site.

Entry filed under: Carolyn L, Christmas, Samantha Sawyer, Sunny.

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7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Carolyn  |  December 26, 2006 at 11:06 pm

    Ha ha, yeah, that sounds great to have trash thrown at me every year. 🙂

    And regarding Henry, some scraps did come his way — from Dad’s hand as he snuck Henry some turkey. He thought no one was looking, but I saw it. 🙂

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  • 2. Clint  |  December 27, 2006 at 9:46 am

    1) Two rainy Christmases in a row. At least my parents didn’t make me carry all my gifts in the rain 100 ft this year.

    2) Henry didn’t get his Christmas wish.. hahahahahaha.. I can feel the Christmas joy now!

    3) Dogs suck, and the whole having-to-find-the-escaped-dog-before-eating was definitely the type of experience that makes me dislike dogs, and was a great example of how annoying they are. Not to mention having to wash my hands multiple times when dogs slobbered on it. Ugh. And the bonus of Carolyn having trash thrown on her freshly-done hair. Something else only dogs could bring to the table.

    4) Regardless, I still would have left the trash overturned.

    5) Mark Ing. had to have stitches on HIS face when Brent threw a Rubik’s pyramid at him. Is this a common theme for older siblings, because *I* never gave *MY* sister stitches. Or blew up a firecracker in her ear permanently damaging the hearing in it — Jay.

    6) No, that should not be a Christmas tradition. I submit an alternate tradition: Dog meat dinner. 🙂

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  • 3. tgaw  |  December 27, 2006 at 6:37 pm

    The firecracker story does not sound very familiar to me.

    I don’t quite like your Christmas tradition suggestion. Perhaps we can find a middle ground! 🙂

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  • 4. Carolyn  |  December 27, 2006 at 7:16 pm

    Jay set off a firecracker right next to my right ear. It was ringing for days, so I went to the school nurse to have my hearing checked. However, my hearing was fine. But it just so happens my right ear is the one with all the wax buildup, and when it gets clogged up, I can’t hear.

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  • 5. tgaw  |  December 28, 2006 at 1:06 am

    Oh okay. So the description “permanently damaging the hearing in it” may have been a little off, then. 🙂

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  • 6. Clint  |  December 28, 2006 at 11:27 am

    Carolyn, I thought you always told me that was your ‘bad’ ear — even when you didn’t have earwax issues.

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  • 7. Carolyn  |  December 28, 2006 at 12:52 pm

    No, it’s my bad ear because I’ve always had earwax issues.

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