Cambridge Christmas

Our neighborhood has an annual Christmas breakfast.  We went last year, but that was back when we were perfecting the art of shoveling food in our faces before the baby lost his patience so I think we were there all of ten minutes.  This year was much more enjoyable.

We ate,

and made a mess.

played on the stairs,

because all the kids were doing it.

and met Santa.  (Breaking the ice with a high-five.)


No lines, no crowds, no muss, no fuss.  Is it possible that we could avoid mall Santa this year?  Dan thinks so, but somehow missing out on the tradition seems wrong to me so we still might make  another trip.

His look says "WTF?!?"

Again, lots of pictures, all of them looking pretty much exactly like this one.  No tears, but uncharacteristically no smiles either.  Check this out…

Mom - 1981 Aiden - 2010

That’s me with Santa when I was somewhere between 14 and 15 months old.  I only point this out because I was nearly as big as Aiden is now at 18 months.  And our expressions are uncannily similar to me.  And Santa has really come a long way since the early 80s.

Merry Christmas!

How about Aiden's scarf?


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