Santa's...cows...?

We went over to my mom’s house on Christmas Eve. We all got together there before we walked over to my brother’s to have dinner at his house.

The girls looked so cute dressed alike in their Christmas outfits that my sister got for them. The ladies also looked pretty nice. We included an item of clothing and/or jewelry that had the same color as the girls so we could also match. We then each put on our reindeer headbands...

Anyone who knows my brother well knows to expect sharp-tongued comments and remarks from him. And we knew we were in for it because we do these things to egg him on!

And sure enough, as soon as we walked in the door, with my hubby following us bellowing like a herd of cattle, the remarks started coming...

Brother: “Hey are you suppose to be reindeer or ox?”

Me: “Come on, we’re Santa’s reindeer…Dasher,
Prancer, and Vixen…!”

Brother: “Vixen!” “You’re no Vixen!”
“You’re all moo moos!”

Everyone starts laughing…!

Brother: “I didn’t know what to give you for Christmas.
I wanted to give you a gift that would last you
at least a month.”

G.F.: “Oh, how nice, anything will do.”
“But, what do you mean by it will last me a
month?” “What did you want to give me?”

Brother: (A serious face) “Yeah, I had a hard time
deciding whether to get you a bale of hay
or sack of maiz (corn)!”

G.F.: (Punches Brother in the arm) You jerk!


Later…

G.F.: “I would like to taste some of that pozole.”
“It looks good!”

Brother: “Sorry, but moose only eat alfalfa!”
“Damn! I knew I should have bought some
grass to feed the cows!”


And when we walked towards him (pretends to be a “matador”) and yells out, “Olé!”

Ah, my little brother… I could just kick his ass!

It’s all in good fun and he just loves to make fun of us. But the funny thing is he should be the one to look in the mirror!