Christmas from ...You Know Where

Christmas this year was hectic. In fact it was so hectic that I don't even know where to begin...
I guess I'll start with the 23rd. On the 23rd Jeff and I went to Uncle Richard's for the annual Hansen Christmas Party. Jeff and I enjoyed ourselves a lot. I especially enjoyed talking with my Aunt Marylynn.
On Christmas Eve Jeff and I went to eat with my family (minus Anthony, details about that will be discussed later) at the Chef's Table. The Chef's Table is an expensive restaurant in Provo. The whole experience cost us around eighty dollars. That night at Rachelle's  is when the craziness really began. We couldn't get a hold of Anthony and he was not only supposed to meet up with us but with his friend in Orem. Both the friend and I called and texted him, and no response. It took some investigation but it was finally determined by a neighbor that Anthony was home, however the neighbor didn't want to knock on the door for us. When I told Anthony's friend about this she suggested that we call the police. So there we are Christmas Eve calling the police to make sure everything was okay. Thankfully when the police came to our house they discovered my brother safe and sound in his room. 
While this whole police incident was going on my stomach felt like death. I felt like I had died a thousand times!! It got so bad that I finally threw up everything I ate that night. And I am talking everything. I had thrown up a forty dollar four course meal (minus the appetizers). I mean I knew that my food was going to end up in the toilet eventually but I had know idea it would happen like that.
After throwing up and calling the police I decided I was done with my Christmas Eve and just went to sleep.
Thankfully Christmas morning was what a Christmas should be. It wasn't until Christmas night that more drama hit the fan. We were at Jeff's sister's house and we ended up getting into an argument, because of things being said that shouldn't have been said. And because of some misunderstandings. And I am not talking a light little argument. I am talking tears, and yelling. The good news is that everyone talked it through and we figured out the misunderstanding. We even eventually had a ham dinner and started laughing.
So that was my Christmas holiday in a nutshell. I am sure it wasn't the worst Christmas in history, however I still wish to lovingly refer to it as, " The Christmas from... You Know Where."

                                        Jackson, Chelley, Benson, Christan, Me, Mom, and Jeffy
                                                                        Chef's Table