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Merry (Retro) Christmas

I have to say this was a Christmas to remember. God has poured out his blessings on our family and I am so very, very thankful.  One of those blessings has been the opportunity I have had to enjoy my close-knit group of creative, funny, quick-witted, quirky kids and their spouses.
 This year they had a grand plan...
locate the ugliest Christmas sweater or outfit ever and wear it for our family Christmas. The hard part was finding one. It seems this was a popular event, not just in rural Oklahoma, but everywhere. We were in Minnesota several weeks ago and a thrift store in The Mall of America (yes a thrift store-a chain thrift store-there were three of them in the mall) was selling these things for $20 a piece!  Finally I found ours at our local thrift shop for $1.99.  It was such a big hit we're making plans for next year!  Someone mentioned Easter outfits...we'll wait and see about that one.

Not all the kiddos were as excited about dressing the part.  Those refusing to dress ugly were required to wear a Santa hat.

hmm?

Green pin-striped seersucker pants completes #1 RFM's Christmas outfit.
My dad escaped the ugly outfit and Santa's hat-seniority rules.




God Bless You and Yours!

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