We spent the weekend immersing ourselves in holiday traditions. We began Friday night by building a gingerbread house that Aunt Suzanne bought for us. Mary did such a great job, both "sampling" the treats and using them to build the house.
Saturday morning at the crack of dawn (in fact, maybe even before the crack) the girls were begging to open the first pocket of their special Advent calendar from Aunt Joan. What excitment! What a wonderful gift it was...and continues to be each day!
We also got our Christmas tree-- from a tree lot, of course. That's one adjustment I simply haven't made, even after 15 years in California. I miss the u-cut days of traipsing into the woods to select the perfect tree and then saw it down. (Or, just push it down... as I did one year with Amy after an exhausting effort of sawing halfway through and convincing her that it would just fall as I shouted, "Timberrrr..." No such luck and we ended up with quite a lopsided tree. Oops.)
Saturday night, we attended the Pleasanton Holiday Parade, including a visit from Santa on top of the fire engine. It was magical evening!
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