I’ve noticed that each year, after Christmas, I return with a bunch of the same pictures, like the one above (the Traditional Brothers Shooting Guns.) I realize that we have some pretty time-honored Christmas traditions, such as the act of re-gifting –

The hanging of Dan in the Christmas Tree –

the flying of remote control toys which refuse to fly –

the wistful stare of the chubby porcelain angels –

the Taking of a moody picture of oneself in the front yard –

And finally – the token ‘Dad carves Meat while Mom fusses’ picture – in this case, a giant honey Ham.

Yeah. I ate about half of that.