And a partridge! In a pear tree!

I like tradition. Holiday traditions, especially. Hullo, we are cath-o-lic for goodnessake. So there were lots of holiday shenanegans going on, to properly indoctinate Little One into the rich traditional heritage of the birth of our Savior. Like, choo-choo trains.

And miles and miles of sparkly twinkly lights!

And parties with presents, and a little dog too!

Chocolatey advent calendars!

And cookie baking parties!

And visits from family!!

And Santa coming to our house! On a lit of fire truck blasting carols and spewing candy canes!

And opening packages on Christmas morning!

And 6 million tons of ice, carved into... polar bears!

And toys!

And a life-sized Dickonsonian Christmas scene!

And a two story slide! Whee!

And....gosh my Arizonan in-laws look awfully cold in the 9 degrees....no matter I'm sure they just loved the icy penguins!

And the 20 foot angel!

And, oh!

There he is. Yes.

And remembering that guy.

Tradition is important. And, if you ask me (be sure you ask me, and NOT J) also fun. There should be even more holiday traditions around here!

Hmm. Like posting pictures a month after they happened. Looks like that's shaping up to be a nice tradition around here as well.