Last Christmas, I "successfully" lobbied against getting a real tree, since we were going to Arkansas for the big day. We got a potted pine houseplant instead. It was not satisfactory. This year, when Mark said he wanted a tree, I wised up and agreed. So the day after Thanksgiving...
That's Frances eating a candy cane and Chandler smelling a salt clay ornament. I had shown her that the cinnamon ornaments smelled good, so she was sniffing them all. Equal opportunity sniffer.
Frances set out our little clay nativity.
Then the girls mauled each other for a bit.
And we wrapped up the day with more candy canes, hot cocoa and grins.
Not a bad day.
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