It has been about a month since New Year's, but photographs can never be too late when they deal with family. New Year's happened about 2 hours north of Corpus Christi in the hill country of Texas. The decade's final sunset was absolutely glorious, especially with the oddity of a landed sail boat, a few familiar faces, and a good game of Mexican Train.

Auntie Esther (I hope this makes her feel old) sits on the edge of Uncle Joe's infamous sail boat in a New Year's Eve sunset. This boat has had it's fair share of traveling along the Atlantic and Gulf Coast and currently resides in the deer-ridden hills of Texas.

Nothing, in my opinion, makes for better pictures than rusty farm equipment, dead grass from a year without rain, and awesome clouds.

Ham sandwiches, Coca-Cola and Shiner graced the table New Year's Eve. Aunt Liz, Uncle Joe and Aunt Paula were clearly enjoying the table's conversation in which a few drinks probably made it very interesting.

Uncle Joe and Mom talked for hour's at the quilting table, which turned into a makeshift hors d'oeuvre bar for the night. I love how it seems they are in a staring contest, when really, they are avoiding the topic of politics.

So here it is. The final (and 5th) installment of "A Corpus Christmas." I hope I have successfully taken you on a journey with my crazy Mexican family and how we celebrate Christmas, baby Jesus, and most importantly, life.

With strong lungs, Grandpa (always seen with his cowboy hat, boots, and guitar) powers through a song with Leila on the bass. Although not as tall as you may think, his confidence makes him tower like a skyscraper.

Tia Elsie, Mom, Sergio P., and Christian look on and sing as Grandpa leads the family in traditional rancheros. I believe this lively crowd was singing "Carabina Treinta Treinta."

As the Palacios Boys and the other ragamuffins sing "Jalisco," it is family tradition to throw corn tortillas at them. Partly because it's fun, and partly because they are drunk and tone deaf. This shot includes Grandpa's sleek, black cowboy boots and crushed tortillas.

Sergio Andres Flores lived a hard life, but was always able to love and to make people smile. This rockstar is now in heaven walking, running, and moshing all over the place. You'll forever be in our hearts.