We spent Thanksgiving at my parent's which nice and quiet, laid back. Then on Friday, we had Part II at the Politi house featuring 36 of the loudest people I've ever met.
I made home-made eggnog, I guess it was a hit.
Then, Uncle Bobby busted out a harmonica and the children instantly transformed into Irish step dancers.
It was like a Dolly Parton Christmas special, but highly entertaining.
After stuffing their faces full of gingerbread and dancing their pants off, the girls quietly farted their way to sleep.
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