Out. Out like a light. A christmas light, if you wish. And just like the Baby Jesus, when he awoke, no crying he made. That's because he knew he was about to see this:
It's pretty this year. First year with all LED lights and they've gotten rid of those massive and horrific red light bows. There are big trains running all along the base of the tree and Connor brought plenty of change to try to throw on the trains flatbeds. We'll both have backaches tomorrow from picking him up 25 times!
Nearby we spent some time viewing the unadorned and unannounced-in-any-way Yule Log. Which, really, is a big brick pit with burning tree trunks in it. It is crazy to see and I love it. And boy, does it give off some heat!!
On an unrelated roasting note, at Connor's request I will be attempting a home-made pumpkin pie for Christmas dessert. He saw a pumpkin the other day at Whole Foods (in with the acorn and butternuts) and asked me what it was for when Halloween was over. I answered simply--soup or pie. " WOW! Let's make a pie. No, you momma. You make a pie! I will help." Alrighty then. Here's the victim. I'll keep you updated on the pie developments.
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