In which we drink a lot of punch...

Before I blogged as Jane Random I was Paula Claunch and before I was Paula Claunch I was Paula Wilson.

Everyone following?

Good.

So here we are at Christmas time.

Specifically, Wilson Christmas time.

Wilson Christmas comes but once a year...

Which is a good thing because if I drank that much punch every day it would be really bad for me.

Wilson Christmas.

We have it in the big ole barn behind my Grandmom's old house.

It's always a time.

A time usually in which:

Number One:

 The Rocky Horse gets a whole lotta use.

Hey look! 

Even Justin Bieber likes to rock!

"No, Aunt Paula! You did not just call me Justin Bieber!"

I did. 

Am I the only one who sees the resemblence?

Back to the list...

Number Two:

We drink a whole lotta punch:

"Don't tell my Mom this is my fifth glass!"

Number Three:

 John Wayne watches over us:

"Thanks, John Wayne!"

Number Four:

 The roast beast is carved.

This woman once took a ham bone through security at an airport. 

True Story.

She also once had a bat fly into her room in Athens, Greece.

And she gave birth to her first child with no pain meds.

Man...I should probably blog about Aunt Sue more often.

Number Five:

We share a whole lotta germs.

Saw this Facebook post this morning in regards to the child in the red jacket:

"To all who attended Wilson Christmas: We have a man down. I repeat, we have a man down. Stomach ache and bathroom troubles!"

One year everyone got so sick after Wilson Christmas that a few pranksters wore doctor's masks to the event the next year. 

Number Six:

 We take a whole lotta pictures.

Number Seven:

We get to hang out with all the cool kids:

And thing the last:

My cousin Mark accuses me of being a busy body:

Mark brought a 'friend' to Wilson Christmas.*

Her name is Keller.

Apparently, he thought I was going to be super nosy. 

Look at that look he is giving me!

What?

Me?

Nosy?

It's a spurious and unfounded accusation!

You can clearly see by his look here that he thinks I'm about to go all Rita Skeeter on him**

It's crazy talk is what it is.

So, this Wilson Christmas is in the books.

And I was totally not nosy. 

It's probably because I was too busy drinking punch...

...or...

...because I was thinking about how I was going to blog about it the next day.

But totally not nosy!

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*The word on the street is that Keller has a sister that blogs too. 

**If you don't get this reference you should immediatly go buy the Harry Potter books and read them.