Giving you what you came here for - photos. No words, just pitcherz.
Things started out with a proper train ride with Santa a few weeks back. West Chester to Glen Mills and back with banjos, Santa, Caroline and hot chocolate? Done and done.
Hot. Chocolate. is. no. joke.
This is my cousin and she's awesome.
We experimented with making and decorating our own cookies this year as well. I could write a cute quip about eating the icing before it made it onto the cookies but I won't. Instead, I'll tell you that THE ICING WAS EATEN BEFORE IT MADE IT ONTO THE COOKIES.
Why not wear a Santa outfit while decorating cookies? It's Christmas dagnabbit.
Christmas morning brought with it our new favorite obsession - Star Wars. This one was inevitable. And of all of the obsessions so far, this one is by far the best.
But this train obsession is quite great as well. I mean, who doesn't like trains?
Christmas at home followed by Christmas at Mom-Mom & Grampa's followed by battling your own mother. That's what the holidays are all about. 
Shortly thereafter, the debut of our new family band - Grampa on hot vocals, Kyle on the skins and Vincent on low-slung guitar. Full disclosure: this was the first time I ever played Rock Band. I'm old. And yeah, we destroyed it.
A foot of snow, highs of 8 degrees and winter's glistening splendor = a week in Vermont!
I'm ready to ice skate! ARE YOU!? 
Wait a second. This is ice. These are blades that are the width of a pencil and I just learned to walk about 20 months ago. Logically, this doesn't compute. 
This guy took to it immediately. He was literally running across the ice, pushing these milk crates. I mean - skatin' ain't easy people!
Chillin' before the next run. I was waiting for him to take a swig of a water bottle like a goalie. 
Ah - solid ground.
There really is no better way to wind down than to count and organize some antique Star Wars figures. And hey - sorry for the wait, friends. Things is crazy. It won't take 3 weeks until the next one. For serious.
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Not to be a stickler, Jim, but there are in fact words in this blog. Just saying.
You're words in this blog.
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