While Becca and I were at the Christmas Bazaar today, a lady told us of her family's new tradition. They were talking about those hideous Christmas sweaters that everyone is afraid of. They then decided to have a contest...her family has decided to get together while each wearing the worst Christmas sweater they can find. The person wearing the worst one wins.
It was a great laugh! I so wish I could be a fly on the wall of that party!