Une Histoire de Noël

"You'll shoot your eye out"... my favorite line from one of my favorite Christmas movies; never did I ever think it would pertain to one of my Christmases, but thanks to the AK-47 BB gun that Mr.London found wrapped and waiting under the tree from Gregory, it did.

While I should be counting my blessings that nobody did actually shoot their eye out, for me, Christmas 2013 will forever be known as the year a BB gun stole Christmas because random shootings peppered the day. And since random shootings peppered my Christmas, I thought it would fitting to have random videos of these shootings, pepper this blog post. You're welcome.

Everybody got spoiled on Christmas morning... Mr. London was scarily happy with his BB gun, Gregory was given so many jackets that he'll never be cold again, and somehow, Mrs. London's presents turned her into Mrs. Moscow.

Dinner was an international affair with three English, three French, one South African, and one American (that would be me), but since Mr.London  does all of the Christmas dinner cooking every year, I didn't have to lift a finger for our United Nations feast and got to spend the day doing practically nothing. It was pretty cool, I'm not gonna lie.

This year Mr. London drove all the way to Antibes to pick up the turkey, and then he lovingly wrapped it in bacon (I kind of wish somebody would lovingly wrap me in bacon.)

And because turkey alone isn't good enough for Mr.London, he made ham and roast beef as well. That along with a bunch of other traditional goodness and some not-so-traditional wine (which was surprisingly delicious), we had quite the scrumptious feast.

After dinner, the boys played cards, but since they had to incorporate the BB gun antics into the mix, losing hands were met with a rendezvous with the firing squad. (Are you surprised by this? I know I'm not.)

It was without a doubt one of the most fun yet completely bizarre Christmas dinners I have ever had the pleasure of attending, the food was delicious, the company was good, not a single eyeball was shot out, and Rudolph even made an appearance. 

Bisous!

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P.S. I cannot thank you enough for the support you have shown me with my last post. I know with you by my side, 2014 will be a whole lot less terrifying.