Holiday Roadtrip

By the time this holiday trip is officially over, we will have logged over 26 hours in the air and over 16 hours on the ground. All worth it!   Each miserable moment experienced crossing the Atlantic is far outweighed by the smiles and hugs exchanged between the children and the grandparents and greatgrandparents.

  

We've eaten our weights in turkey and dressing, drank ourselves silly on eggnog (well, some of us have) and had more pies, cakes, cookies and pudding than I care to discuss. Because it is Christmas, this is all perfectly acceptable.   



 






 

 



 Claudia still doesn't care much for Santa. This could have something to do with the St. Mikolus who appeared at her preschool, with his sidekick "Krampusz", a little devil who gives switches to the naughty children. St. Mikolus spoke very little English and towered over the children, shouting "DON'T BE SCARE ME!"    Very reassuring, right?

Judging by the frequency and magnitude of Patrick's belly laughs, I am convinced that he thoroughly enjoyed his first Christmas. He's such a sweet boy, even if he didn't, I don't think he would let on.



I was most proud of Claudia and her relentless desire to give gifts to the baby Jesus in the nativity set up next door. Everyday she thinks of something new to take next door.  She will be crushed when they take it down.  My sweet girl.   

 

Well, that is how we have spent our holidays.  I hope everyone has had a special holiday time, wherever  you may be celebrating!  Merry Christmas!