Dreaming of a White Christmas
For the first time in ... well, a while, this year's holiday season left little to be desired in the way of traditional Christmas expectations. There was snow, and there was a lot of it. While the Mommy and Daddy were less thrilled at having to maneuver their way through snow drifts and along icy roads on the way to see the Oma on Christmas Day, Lautje and Anneke were ecstatic. Accordingly, Christmas involved everything a proper winter holiday should have in this part of the world. For instance, there was sledding, which was especially enjoyed by Little Miss Fearless (who would just as soon have gone down that hill all by herself and was a little grumpy that the Daddy refused to be left out):
There was cookie baking - or, in Lautje speak, trashing the Mommy's kitchen completely, sneezing into the flour AND getting a yummie treat at the end of it!
There was a delicious Christmas Dinner under a tree decorated with Beevos, football players and (most recently) Dr. Seuss characters:
Obviously, there were gifts - from Santa, from the Weihnachtsmann, from real people. A mixture which seemed to confuse Lautje considerably... But then, his particular holiday story involves a Dutch Saint Nicholas living in Spain and stuffing naughty kids into a bag to take them back to his Spanish home, an American Santa Claus with flying reindeer who comes through a non-existant chimney, and a German Weihnachtsmann who is pretty vague about his place of residence and mode of transportation but leaves naughty children a switch instead of gifts. And then, of course, all of this somehow has to be tied together with Baby Jesus and the other nativity figures lined up underneath the tree. So really, who can blame him?
So Lautje decided that, instead of trying to figure out just who brought what and why exactly things were brought in the first place, he'd just go ahead and take advantage of whatever had been dropped off...
And, of course, there was the traditional family dinner (well, lunch, actually), which allowed Lautje and Anneke to spend some quality time with their cousins and introduce them to their new cool toys:
Good times. And probably a good thing that Anneke, anyway, was not asking too many questions yet...
There was cookie baking - or, in Lautje speak, trashing the Mommy's kitchen completely, sneezing into the flour AND getting a yummie treat at the end of it!
There was a delicious Christmas Dinner under a tree decorated with Beevos, football players and (most recently) Dr. Seuss characters:
Obviously, there were gifts - from Santa, from the Weihnachtsmann, from real people. A mixture which seemed to confuse Lautje considerably... But then, his particular holiday story involves a Dutch Saint Nicholas living in Spain and stuffing naughty kids into a bag to take them back to his Spanish home, an American Santa Claus with flying reindeer who comes through a non-existant chimney, and a German Weihnachtsmann who is pretty vague about his place of residence and mode of transportation but leaves naughty children a switch instead of gifts. And then, of course, all of this somehow has to be tied together with Baby Jesus and the other nativity figures lined up underneath the tree. So really, who can blame him?
So Lautje decided that, instead of trying to figure out just who brought what and why exactly things were brought in the first place, he'd just go ahead and take advantage of whatever had been dropped off...
And, of course, there was the traditional family dinner (well, lunch, actually), which allowed Lautje and Anneke to spend some quality time with their cousins and introduce them to their new cool toys:
Good times. And probably a good thing that Anneke, anyway, was not asking too many questions yet...
posted by JHenry at 9:49 AM
