My Jewish Christmas. It was a white Christmas. I had to be woken up, but it would have been cool if I had woken up at 6 am and got everyone else up.
Then Sam and my Father had to leave to go snowboarding. They must have seen this bag (I asked myself the same question and I can think of like ten reasons why I wouldn't be.):
When they came back we had to go to my cousins. Sam and I were late. But at least I dressed ultra Soviet...in a way... the way I see it.
At my cousin's:
Sam thought it was so000 funny to take my picture with a pillow placed right there. I was sooo tired.
Either way, Happy late Christmas!