One of my favorite childhood memories is the King Christmas Party. (Which was always on Christmas Eve back in the day.) I have so many memories of driving home from a King Christmas Party and looking for Rudolph in the sky. Every radio tower with a red blinking light was very possibly “him!” When you’re a little kid and you’re let loose in some Aunt or Uncle’s house with twenty of your cousins for several hours, good times are bound to happen. I haven’t lived anywhere near my hometown for eighteen years and I would venture to guess that it had been at least thirteen or fourteen years since my last King Christmas Party. It was so fun to see cousins and the children of cousins and to just catch up with everyone!
BELOW: My mom and dad are sitting in the middle of the couch. Megan’s family is on the left. Mine is on the right.
BELOW: “We 4 Kings.” From left to right: Uncle Ron, Uncle Roy, Uncle Bob and my Dad. It’s a tradition for them to sing Christmas Carols each year. “Must Sings” are We Three Kings and The Twelve Days of Christmas. They’re terrible! But it is oh so fun to watch them.
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