Leaving cookies and milk for Santa…
And a holiday message:
Leaving cookies and milk for Santa…
And a holiday message:
Merry Christmas, even to the snowmen
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and all that jazz.
But hello?  Why is this suddenly popular enough that only today
it’s had 4 spam comments and 2 legit ones?
Maybe I’m insensitive, but I don’t have any problem eating gingerbread men. When the toddler calls them “Gingerbread Babies” and gets upset when their arms and legs get bitten off, I suppose I can empathize a bit … but seriously. They’re cookies! Even if you’ve helped make, roll, and cut out the aforementioned shaped biscuits, I don’t quite get the emotional attachment. Ah well, bad daddy.
After a full day’s worth of geocaching, we returned home with an extra string of 50 mini-lights. Gwen strung them up, and then Gwen and Aidan decorated the tree. Well, part of the tree…