Santa and his Kinky Balls

Last night we went out to the local mall to view the celebrations involved with Santa's arrival at the mall. It was cold and snowy. I felt like I was in the movie "The Christmas Story" where Ralphie is complaining about all the same stupid floats from last year and his dad eventually yells, "Shut up, Ralphie!"



My niece was with the group of cheerleaders who began Santa's escort. They were passing out candy canes and some stringed jingle bells. Now, you might say jingle bells and I might say jingle bells but Marcus calls them kinky balls. Then came my high school alumni marching band. Up next was Mr. and Mrs. Clause in a sleigh pulled by two giant white horses. Marcus was wide eyed with wonderment although I think that was mainly a result of the two horses and not the two people in the sleigh.


Greg took the day off work today. We were all lounging around the house this morning when Marcus decided for us that we were going outside. After getting together all the snow gear, bundling the kids up from head to foot, and lots of shouting, "I can't put my arms down!" we headed out the door. We weren't sure how Will would be with the snow since his idea of fun doesn't always coincide with the general public's idea of fun. About two minutes in the great outdoors and he decided he hated it. That was until Greg got out the sleds...


Then he was decidedly neutral on the concept of being surrounded by snowflakes. Marcus pulled me around on the sled for a little bit. Then it was time to tackle a hill. Our old house had no sled riding hills. The only possibility was this tiny little hill that ended with a fence right at the bottom. The only issue about our new yard was figuring out which hill would be optimal. Sled riding was a hit with the entire family. There was much rejoicing and cheers of, "More more more!!" and that was just me! Now we just need more snow so we can go faster!