
There were more people taking pictures than there were people having their pictures taken. (Does that even make sense?)

The kids didn't need any eggnog to start acting silly.

Who really has the old snail mail round robin? Let's finally forgive him? and move on once again into the new instantaneous E-lectronic age with the new and improved E Round Robin. You can click on the pictures for a LARGER VIEW. You can click on the COMMENTS and chirp on about something said on the post.
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I had such a good time that night. The food was delicious. It was fun to catch up with all of the relatives, especially the Roseau Stynsbergs whom I haven't seen in quite a few years. Then there was the song that Ericka taught us that she sings with her preschoolers. I was laughing so hard I was crying as we sang and did the actions. We must have looked like quite a sight to anyone just driving by. To top it all off I got to be the Vice Scum two rounds in a row. That didn't bother me so much, because that position came with such a comfortable seat. I could've stayed there all night.
Perhaps Ericka or Jean could post the lyrics and the accompanying body motions. The Alaska clan, for example, might want to do it sometime.
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