Santa found us, and left what just might be, his best letter, yet.

A Very Rose-y Christmas Eve

He's baaacccckkkk.  Oh, Freddie.  How we've missed you. 

Thanksgiving was late this year, and I suggested that we go get our trees BEFORE turkey day.  When the suggestions didn't work, I tried begging.   Then, I tried pleading, persuading... But each attempt was utterly unsuccessful.   We made plans to go tree hunting with Papa and Grandma,  AFTER Thanksgiving, and everyone was super excited because we love helping Grandma find the fattest tree in the field.  But, a blizzard foiled that plan, so we ended up at the local tree farm, on the hunt for our trees.  (Tree"S", because of course,  Harps wanted a little tree in her room, and we just can't deny that request.)

We had the obligatory "long needle vs short needle" discussion, and settled on a short needle this year, because we had a long needle last year.  (We didn't have a long needle last year, but for some reason everyone thinks we did.)   We chopped our trees, and threw them in the truck, and brought them home to rest.  

  A few hours later, I was in my happy place.

Thanksgiving 2019

Rose Lake

💗

Finally!  Finally!  Finally!!  We (and when I say "we", I mean everyone except me.) has been anxiously anticipating getting out to the mountain!  And, as soon as we unpacked our hunting gear, we packed up our skiing gear, and found it was just like riding a bike (some of us can ride better than others).  I love them so, and I love how much they love to ski, so I will keep pretending like I do.😂

The annual boot hunt of 2019 did not disappoint.  We were able to fill our tags, can't say as much for the boys...  Maybe one year they will be as successful as us, but not this one.

Your birthdays have evolved from rumpleminz to roombas, and each year I love celebrating with you more.   Happy 43, Mr. Prose.