On Friday they happily went off to my parents to help my Mom put up her Christmas Village and they had a lovely evening being grandkids.
Today, though icy rain was falling, they hopped in the truck for the annual Christmas tree selection. It was a scant 4 degrees and cold and raining and so the usually protracted back and forth of the various merits of each tree was slightly abbreviated although Lindsay still managed to name a tree "Neville" and make us all feel terrible for rejecting Neville and choosing a rather more plump yet elegant 8' Douglas Fir.
Our sweet friend Penelope came over to help decorate and enjoyed putting the manger scene together and watching the Christmas tree lights and decorations go on.
As I sit here and upload photos and blog in the glow of the lights, feeling the effects of the proverbial Christmas cold creeping into my body.....I feel grateful for family, for friends, for traditions, for joy and for peace and soon for Tylenol cold.