We began our series of traditions this year with Gingerbread Houses. Gma K made sure that David and I each had our own since we tend to conflict on exterior style and building methods.
Here are the results: David's is the gingerbread hut, complete with a festive, sandy beach.
egg nog 'stache and other evidence
Mia helped me put out Gma K's nativity set. Like she is doing in this photo, Mia felt inclined to kiss each of its members.
Here is our little dresser-top-we-are-in-the-middle-of-a-move tree. I still like it.
Because our tree is out of reach,
Mia gets to focus all of her ornament destruction energy on Gma's.
Here is a blurry picture(cold hands don't make for good photography)
from the Christmas light lake cruise we go on every year.
It miraculously transports us from dockside to the North Pole (just behind us)
within about 23 minutes.
And here is our iconic photo with the mall Santa.
I actually appreciate Mia's apprehension to sit on an unfamiliar, hairy man's lap.