Ah, Big Sky at Christmastime. There's almost something magical about it: being in the mountains, surrounded by snow-covered pine trees, and spending time with family in a warm house. We had such a great time at my parents' home. Music is always playing on the stereo, something delicious is usually in the oven, and there were tons of new toys for Sam. Strangely, Sam opted to open one gift each day, rather than all of them on Christmas day - which actually was a great idea on his part. He's a genius I tell ya'.
But the things that made this Christmas the best one yet, were the sweet moments with the little ones in the house.
Sam even learned how to build a fire...a skill that I pray he quickly forgets.
My parents also live on the best sledding hill in town.
Ok. Fine. It's actually a road. So it's probably totally unsafe to sled down. But there's not much traffic. Plus, when you get a ride all the way up the hill in a car,
there's very little time spent being in harm's way.
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