I love Christmas. And that thing I said yesterday about waiting to celebrate? It's just on the blog. My trees (okay, yes, we have two) are up, we're playing Sesame Street Christmas carols on my iPod, and I can still taste the chocolate-covered banana we ate at the Festival earlier. The greatest thing about it is that you know all the proceeds go to the hospital. Not to some crazy-big bank or corporation, but to sick children who could use the support. And there are some awesome things to do! I stood in the center of a giant bubble with my three-year-old, chased my one-year-old around the quilt section, saw a tree made out of tires and another tree made out of books (that you could still read!), ate delicious cinnamon scones, and watched my children's cheeks get sore from all the grinning.
|This is a tree from a few years ago (2009). It was made out of glass, and had lights that flickered and danced to a soundtrack that played behind it. I love seeing the art people donate--it's so selfless and cool!|