The Layton City Lights: A Johnson Family Christmas Tradition.
Piled into the back of my dad's truck, bundled up and covered in blankets, singing at the TOP OF OUR LUNGS (very beautifully by the way, not a bit off key).
We are proof to the world that you don't need alcohol to act completely crazy.
Or have a good time.
Seriously, I was laughing so hard I almost peed.
And sang so loud that my voice hurt the next day.
And sang so many words wrong it probably would have bugged me if I weren't laughing so hard.
And got so many strange looks from my husband that I thought he was second guessing marrying me.
That's just what happens when I get with my family.
And so we when a second time around.
Besides, what's Christmas without a flying lit up horse?
Piled into the back of my dad's truck, bundled up and covered in blankets, singing at the TOP OF OUR LUNGS (very beautifully by the way, not a bit off key).
We are proof to the world that you don't need alcohol to act completely crazy.
Or have a good time.
Seriously, I was laughing so hard I almost peed.
And sang so loud that my voice hurt the next day.
And sang so many words wrong it probably would have bugged me if I weren't laughing so hard.
And got so many strange looks from my husband that I thought he was second guessing marrying me.
That's just what happens when I get with my family.
And so we when a second time around.
Besides, what's Christmas without a flying lit up horse?
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