Traditions

Thanksgiving is over.

What remains of the turkey is now soup.

We made it through another Black and Blue Friday, with no mishaps...

lots of stories....

war stories....

memories to last a lifetime.

I was unable to play paintball with the rest of the family...

(designated Tyler babysitter)

but I have vicariously enjoyed the fun through the stories of my family.

I know.... it's a weird and wacky Thanksgiving tradition,

but, it's ours and we love it!

It doesn't matter how you celebrate your holidays...

what matters are the traditions...

those things you do each year...

the things you count on...

the things you remember forever...

that count.

Every year, on the weekend after Thanksgiving,

we go to the same tree farm to get our Christmas tree.

It's tradition!

Traditions are good.  They bond a family together.

The make sweet memories that can be carried in our hearts forever.

It just doesn't get any better than that.

So, with the Christmas season fastly approaching,

think about making your own traditions...

and hang on to them each year.

As for the farm...after all, it is what you came to see, right?

I have one post-Thanksgiving photo to share...

Poor Sammy...

just cannot understand why the chickens get Thanksgiving dinner scraps, and not him.

"But maybe if I stare at it long enough,

my tractor beam will pull it right through the fence."

He stood there for about a half hour....motionless.... waiting....willing.

How's that working for you, Sammy?