Day 10: We took care of some errands on Monday, mailing some Christmas packages. I hope this is the last we see of the post office, as it took way too long despite the best efforts of an efficient and courteous staff.
|I associate cardinals with December, but usually there is snow as well...|
|We "spotted" a hairy woodpecker "hanging out" on our most recent stroll|
For us, the holidays are a series of traditions – some smaller, others larger, some newer, some older – but together forming a collage unique to this time of year. There are customs that are associated with our heritage, such as baking piparkūkas, the Latvian Christmas cookie. Other traditions we remember from our childhood but haven’t really repeated every year, like making a gingerbread house. (I remember making a gingerbread train one year, another we made a house with stained glass Lifesaver windows, but this year is the first in many we’ve built a house, and the first together with the boys.) Some of the newer traditions have accompanied us from France, such as riding the Christmas train (or trolley). Others are so old they have become habit, like writing Christmas cards or decorating the tree. I’m certain there will be new traditions formed now that the boys are growing older, as there might also be some that take a rest for a few years.
|Throwing snowballs with dad|