So maybe you think we're redneck, some may just call it crazy , but we have stumbled on to our Christmas tradition, the WAFFLE HOUSE! Go ahead have your laugh, we still are. You see this is the way it all went down...we had this beautiful, sweet, lovie-dovie make you sick kind of quiet Christmas at home, nestled by the fire (even though we don't have a fire unless we were to make one in the back yard), but my family had other plans.
Somewhere along the way we settled for a 15 hour ride in the backseat of my dad's truck to Washington D.C. We left late Christmas Eve and Steve and I celebrated our Christmas in a Waffle House somewhere in Virginia with an old man flipping pancakes with earrings and reindeer antlers. It was magical, and memorable.
After we reached D.C. we stayed with my sister, brother-in-law, niece & nephew along with the rest of my family in a very "cozy" apartment. We were cramped, sore, but a good time was had by all. Steve got the D.C. experience for the 1st time and probably the last since our free board just moved to Georgia.
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This is too funny! Do you have a Waffle House around New Hope for next year?
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