Tonight, through the wonder and animation that is Charlie Brown, we learned the true meaning of Christmas. It isn't the commercialized crap, the Elmo TMX, the life-sized ponies or the name brand clothing, it isn't the biggest, most elaborate and gawdy tree, and it isn't individual. Christmas is about spending cherished time with the people we hold closest. And not hitting Lucy in the face - jerk!
Carter was 100% immersed in the joy of the Charlie Brown Christmas. It was the sweetest thing, and the beginning of a Chalupa tradition.
And I'm making her a special "Linus-blankie" for Christmas.
After sharing some chocolate ice cream with me (SEE ANDY! She liked it!), we snuggled, played and watched Charlie Brown
Lucy sucks.
Carter, Daddy and I enjoyed (well, Daddy didn't really enjoy it, but that's too bad!) our new Charlie Brown Tradition.
I never liked Lucy, anyway. She's a witch.
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