I'll set the scene for you. Three families. Lots of kids. Chaos. Giggles. Screaming. Tattle-taling. Smiling. Playing. Fighting. Picture-taking. Gift-opening. Food-ingesting. Running. Hiding. Refereeing. Laughing. Crying. Sighing. And a bunch of talking. That pretty much sums it up for our yearly Christmas get together. Now I'll let the pictures set the scene.
Another tradition we share with our friends is the Rotary Lights. We inevitably go on the coldest day on record and stuff our kids into so many layers they visibly waddle through the rows and rows of lights. This year was no different. The temperature dropped to negative 14 with the wind chill and the driving conditions were less than ideal. Yet, we still persevered for tradition-sake! It was well worth the risk of frost bite to watch our kids run (err, waddle) and dance with so much excitement, pointing out lights they remember from years past and new ones they just discovered. This year since the temperature was so extremely cold, most people opted to drive through instead of walk it on foot. It was an added bonus for us troopers since the usually mile-long line to Santa was mere feet. We usually skip a visit with Santa at the Rotary Lights for this reason, but this year we snuck right in to see the bearded fella. My camera lens kept fogging up inside the warm building as it tried to adjust from the bitter cold it was existing in outside, so the Santa pictures have this white, foggy, blurry softness to them.