My mom has this thing.

She likes to buy us matching pajamas for Christmas.

Which was so super cute. When we were 9, 8, and 2.

But I’m thinking that at 29, 28, and 22, it is losing some of its luster, mainly to her. Apparently the snowflake pajama pants and matching long sleeve t-shirt combo isn’t fulfilling anymore.

To be fair, we do love free pajamas. In my world, snowflake pajama pants are really useful year round. Because they were free. So I wear them. In July. Amen.

But last Christmas, my mom decided to kick it up a notch. Add some extra flavor to the holiday mix.


Yep. There we are. Myself and my two adult-aged sisters. In footy pajamas. With sock monkey feet. And I have a t-shirt on under my pajamas. I’m not sure why, but it seemed like the right choice at the time.

[And wait. Doesn’t this fit into the “Gutsy Girls” category? Cause I’m thinking it takes some guts to post a picture of yourself in footy pajamas for all the world to see.]

So my sweet mom finds some type of Christmas-like joy in being able to a) control us or b) unify us or c) humiliate us or d) all of the above.

I’m going to go with choice d.

And, in all seriousness, I think she just likes to give us things. She’s great like that. So maybe she gets a few kicks from making me wear sock monkey footy pajamas on the eve of my 30s, but none the less, she loves giving us gifts.

Now. I feel it appropriate that in order to make your joy complete, I must show you the piece de footy-resistance.

My poor 25 year old cousin. Also known as “the 4th sister.” Also in footy pajamas.


Bless his heart. Are you surprised to know that is is one of my mom’s favorite pictures? I didn’t think so. And I’m not sure my cousin will ever speak to me again after posting this.

Merry Christmas, y’all.

May your holiday be filled with family, Jesus, love, and humiliating pajamas.

by Annie