Christmas

Christmas 2010 was marked with lies, which led to excited faces, which led to good times and great oldies. Big ups to my dad for buying me a ticket back to the states for the holidays. I promise you that there is nothing like surprising your mother with an unexpected 2000 mile journey during the holiest (unless you are of serious religious background and follow tradition) of holidays.

Christ's birthday's eve was celebrated in traditional fashion at the Jones-Massoglia's wonderful tucked away house, and as always, the tortierre (sp?) was moister than ever. Actually, we were all informed of this as my dad read a highly inappropriate poem to tell use just, how, moist, IT was. We laughed, joked, drank, and did NOT get stabbed in the elbow this time.

I'd not seen a white Christmas, maybe ever, but this year was an exception in the snow blanketed city of Winston-Salem. After opening the presents, we had our traditional eggs benedict (to die for) and relaxed until family came for Christmas dinner at the homestead just

as the snow began to fall lightly, then heavily, all over North Carolina. Much eating and drinking was done, and merry times were had.

Admittedly, I was a bit of a poop during my time back and did not go out much, but I saw everyone I wanted to see (I hope), and had a great time.

Here are some pics to show the good times.