Captive Camera

Christmas Day afternoon/evening was spent at my niece's house, with family gathering to visit, have a wonderful potluck dinner and exchange a few small gifts.

My brother-in-law and his girlfriend were in from BC, so it was great to see him again and to meet her. My nephew and his wife came from Calgary, where they had moved in September.

My youngest sister and her hubbie were there. My niece's in-laws as well. Plus the two great nieces, ages almost six and just past two. Twelve of us all together. A lovely size for a gathering.... not all the family to be sure, but those in Winnipeg at the time.

Seeing as how I had worked 14 of the 16 days prior to Christmas (up to and including Christmas Eve), I was dead dog tired by around 8:00 p.m. and toddled off home to crash. And forgot my camera on the table next to the couch. When I got home (all of a three minute drive), there was a message on my answering machine that my phone was being held captive.

WTF? I looked at the cell phone in my hand.... thinking, 'someone had a few too many pieces of fruitcake or something.' So I called and my sister answered. It wasn't my phone.... it was my camera that was being held captive. Okay... whatever.... I would come back and pick it up in the next day or two.

So I did. And then, once I got it home, I had to look at what was on it, as everyone was laughing and giggling in the background when I had called about it that day. This is what my family does on Christmas Day, in the presence of small children, with their toys:

Needless to say, I chuckled out loud when I saw these! Gotta love a family as warped as this!