way back from Dec 5th to be exact– but aren’t Christmas posts unacceptable after New Year’s? I still have one more to sneak in tomorrow.
I promise I won’t bore you with reports of all 19(no lie!) of my kiddos’ holiday programs and recitals. But the Festival of Trees deserves it’s 5 minutes of glory. In truth, I’ve got a 17 year streak going at the festival– way back to the days when little Ben was drooling in his stroller.
First, we watch the performance– doesn’t Xander look happy?
And then we wander and find our favorite trees. Several trees are dedicated to children who have died and it get’s a bit emotional. Wiping tears from my eyes in front of a garden tree dedicated to a 3 year old girl the woman next to me said, “She’s mine. She was mine.” And then we both broke into full-fledged sobs and stood and hugged each other.
Next is the fudge depot. Hans lives for this. He talks about it incessantly through all of November.
spectacular gingerbread houses
the famous giant bubble
hamming it up in line
crafts– such luck to meet up with our friends, the Nielsons.
the balloon man
Truly, the only way to end such a glorious afternoon is with a light saber fight.
Farewell until next year!