Every year, our town does a holiday celebration that is pretty amazing. They truck in snow, have an enormous Christmas tree, s'mores, craft tents, pictures with santa, sleigh rides and concerts by the school choirs. In a state where 80% of the people are transplants, it is a much needed shot of what the holidays are "suppose" to look like.
It was very obvious that Charlie was born here, because he took one handful of snow, announced it was cold and was done with playing in the snow. When his brother (who was born in MN) was this age, we would have to drag him out of the snow while his hands were bordering on being frostbitten.
Two of my favorite people, hamming it up for the camera.
Charlie and his good buddy, Isaiah. In this first picture, I did not give them any directions in terms of posing.
In this picture, I asked them to pose nicely. It is obviously about killing them to do so.
Here where we making the s'mores. Yum.
Charlie and Isaiah eating their s'mores. Isaiah's grandma, Tammy and Isaiah's mom, Jen, are behind them.
Charlie with Santa. Isaiah did not want to sit on Santa's lap until Charlie explained to him that they could ask for monster trucks if they did. After that, Isaiah was on board.
Here is the beautiful Christmas tree in the town square.
I love this picture because it shows how small Charlie and Isaiah are, compared to the tree. They thought it was amazing.
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