The Crawford yuletide season begins here: historic downtown Castle Rock's 74th Annual Starlighting...our third year participating in small-town Americana, one of the big selling points of this community.
Live nativity, hot chocolate, carolers, horse-drawn carriage rides (see last year's Starlighting entry regarding our avoidance of that epic line, even though it was lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with...them?). Dang this economy! Budget cuts means no fireworks this year, but I'll take out the thinned crowds anytime.
But, baby, it's cold outside...
After what seems like oodles of posts featuring "normal" shots, may I present Shane, back in true form? I have no idea how this is even physically possible.
The blessed event (a daytime pic would be more instructive of how cute that star looks perched on Castle Rock, but would entirely miss the point). Matt still can't believe he spent a Saturday afternoon bundled up on Wilcox Street just to watch someone flip a switch, but it's all good: it gives me eighteen kinds of goosebumps to live in a town where you can still have a civic ceremony wherein someone offers a prayer, carols are sung, and regardless of your level of belief in the traditional trappings of Christmas, you respect others' rights to honor those traditions. Model it, America. It's our only hope.
Decking our halls: Gracie, donning a holly berry wreath as a crown. She's rarely without one.
Trimmin' the tree...we sprung for a live one this year (we didn't get our act together in enough time to procure a permit to cut our own tree at a state park nearby, but Lowe's is scenic, right?). Thanks to many, many years of Grandma K's raiding of Hallmark Keepsake Ornaments and bringing them to us each Thanksgiving dinner, we have more flair than any tree can possibly hold. Each of those ornaments is a special story and memory, and I get overly sentimental and (don't tell anyone!) not a little snippy when one is dropped. Watch your back when you come near my tree, people.
Evie placing the traditional U2 disc on the top of the tree...how the kids wished we did something more traditional and predictable. They've come to the wrong house for that, now, haven't they?
Decking our halls: Gracie, donning a holly berry wreath as a crown. She's rarely without one.
Trimmin' the tree...we sprung for a live one this year (we didn't get our act together in enough time to procure a permit to cut our own tree at a state park nearby, but Lowe's is scenic, right?). Thanks to many, many years of Grandma K's raiding of Hallmark Keepsake Ornaments and bringing them to us each Thanksgiving dinner, we have more flair than any tree can possibly hold. Each of those ornaments is a special story and memory, and I get overly sentimental and (don't tell anyone!) not a little snippy when one is dropped. Watch your back when you come near my tree, people.
Evie placing the traditional U2 disc on the top of the tree...how the kids wished we did something more traditional and predictable. They've come to the wrong house for that, now, haven't they?
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When Matt posted that pic of Shane in his FB, I actually thought it was both the boys tangled together on first glance. Because certainly it doesn't look physically possible. Like, is he still alive? With his head disconnected like that?
Lovely decked halls. And you can't sing the praises of small towns too loud for me!
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