This weekend Christmas finally arrived at our house.
On Saturday morning we’d planned to meet up with family for the annual Christmas tree hunt, but the rain was coming down in buckets. Raining elephants and hippos. After much contemplation we broke tradition and stayed close to home, opting for the lot down the street. What? Trees don’t grow in parking lots!, exclaimed Carson. Although we walked away with a fresh noble fir and garland to boot for a mere $25, I did feel a twinge of guilt for taking the easy way out.
The post-tree hunt meal of Greek food was a tradition Jason was not willing to give up, so we ordered take-out and invited the family over to trim the tree. In the afternoon as the {record breaking} rain continued to pour, we hunkered down in front of a crackling fire and got our craft on. Gingerbread house building, ornament making, gingersnap baking and homemade decor:
Deck the halls–by any means necessary. The twinge of missing the annual event was less intense since it was a parking lot, after all.
So excited to see those cute faces!