Check out my mom rocking the toboggan in her aqua snowsuit with hot magenta boots! (She looks like one of the female supervillans from a James Bond flick circa '84).
Later on Christmas night, my mom and I went down the street to meet up with Rachael (my high school sweetheart, aw...) and her little (not-so-little anymore) sister Casey for some serious sleighriding action.
On Christmas Day it was snowing like crazy! We piled in the car and risked life and limb (literally!) to drive 45 minutes to Clark, NJ to eat Xmas dinner with my Grandparents and one of my mom's sisters and her family.
Mom and her new putter. Look out Tiger, Mrs. Battjer's on tha up and up. (Oh, and look at the tree in the background, White Power Santa's back! But only because the lightbulb inside the light-up lawn gnome we put on the tree started to melt the plastic needles of our fake tree and it smelled like burning. A likely story Mom...or shoud I call you EVA?)
So it's like two days before Christmas and we're all sitting in the living room catching up and I look up on top of our Christmas tree and I'm like "Um Mom, why is there a Klansman on top of our tree?" She's like, "It's not a Klansman, it's a "White Santa." This was followed by a silence as we all eyed my mom suspiciously wondering what else her evil KKKristmas would have in store for us...
After visiting with Ann and Walt - we hopped in the car and headed north for the Battjer's Annual Trip to Church™ (Christmas Eve services at midnight, baby).
