WOW! It is a good thing we got a nap this morning! Our little Christmas gathering with the guys turned into a 24+ hour marathon with 2 X-Boxes linked up (so four man teams could defend the universe) and a game of cards going on in the background. Here is a picture of the game projected up on the wall. There was also food, WWF, a couple of movies, cooking and presents!We purchased gag gifts for everyone, and the guys opened gifts, took each other's gifts, then opened some more. Each gag gift was named - things like 
"Stuck in Korea", "I Miss My Mommy Countdown", and the popular "DFAC Survival Kit" - after the dust settled and these gifts found their appropriate owner, the real gifts were passed out. Rather than a person's name, these gifts had the names of the gag gifts on the tag and were distributed accordingly.
"Stuck in Korea", "I Miss My Mommy Countdown", and the popular "DFAC Survival Kit" - after the dust settled and these gifts found their appropriate owner, the real gifts were passed out. Rather than a person's name, these gifts had the names of the gag gifts on the tag and were distributed accordingly.You cannot get that many guys together without the testosterone kicking in. Instead of carols, there was a little smack talk 
and the "Silverback" chaplain had to prove he ain't too old to take on the younger Gorrillas in the group. Only in our family will Christmas nostalgia include memories of guys clearing out the living room furniture so wrestling can set the hierarchy of the group. After two matches, the king of the jungle had been determined and the furniture was quickly replaced before anyone else found themselves volunteered by the pack to have a go at the chaplain.
Since the party lasted a wee bit longer than planned, hot dogs and cheese fries were not enough. More food was cooked up for supper to keep these guys at their best.
The evening before, a lady from chapel had brought us a container of marinating kolbi (Korean style ribs) as a thank you for our help with her daughter's wedding. Well, this kolbi was like the gifts from the Wise Men, because it was just the thing for a quick dinner. Biscuits and sausages were cooked up about 5:30 AM and everyone had a breakfast snack before crashing about 7:30 AM (I knew no one would make it through that last movie.) Everyone was awake again by 11:30 and after a bowl of cereal they picked right back up where they left off. But all good things must end, and everyone was tucked into a taxi and heading back to Camp Casey by 3:30. Whew!
and the "Silverback" chaplain had to prove he ain't too old to take on the younger Gorrillas in the group. Only in our family will Christmas nostalgia include memories of guys clearing out the living room furniture so wrestling can set the hierarchy of the group. After two matches, the king of the jungle had been determined and the furniture was quickly replaced before anyone else found themselves volunteered by the pack to have a go at the chaplain.Since the party lasted a wee bit longer than planned, hot dogs and cheese fries were not enough. More food was cooked up for supper to keep these guys at their best.
The evening before, a lady from chapel had brought us a container of marinating kolbi (Korean style ribs) as a thank you for our help with her daughter's wedding. Well, this kolbi was like the gifts from the Wise Men, because it was just the thing for a quick dinner. Biscuits and sausages were cooked up about 5:30 AM and everyone had a breakfast snack before crashing about 7:30 AM (I knew no one would make it through that last movie.) Everyone was awake again by 11:30 and after a bowl of cereal they picked right back up where they left off. But all good things must end, and everyone was tucked into a taxi and heading back to Camp Casey by 3:30. Whew!
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