White Christmas…

We love throwing parties.  Especially Christmas parties.  I’m not sure if it’s the glowing tree or the wonderful smell of spices wafting through the air–but Christmas needs to be celebrated fully.  And that is what we set out to do this year at our annual White Christmas party.

Starting our preparations the day prior–we rolled up our sleeves and went Christmas cookie crazy:

and yes..that is a wine bottle.  we couldn’t find our rolling pin–so we had to think creatively.


Cookie yumminess.

I have to admit…I am super impressed with my husband Tony.  He took over the cookie making and entertained baby girl with his songs of Christmas.

And of course…as it goes..mommy took over the hurricane-cookie-making aftermath.


I just couldn’t clean this puppy off….I had to leave it in it’s proper form for the party.

Let the party begin!  We set up cookie decorating stations–and our friends really got into the spirit.  Let’s just say cookie decorating has no age discrimination.



Note to self:  Cocktail sauce and cookies do not mix….

Whoopsies!

This cookie man had a fatal accident.

My honey makes a mean cider.

Beautiful people make beautiful memories.


We all grabbed our creations and headed to the theatre room to watch my all-time fav Christmas movie: White Christmas.

I grew up singing the “Sisters” song with my sister.  We kinda made up our own verses as we went along.

Our White Christmas party was truly white.

It was the evening of the “blizzard” warning here in Wisconsin.  The outside air was filled with snow–the roads covered in a thick blanket of white when we emerged from the movie room.
I’d say it was a success.

We can stop dreaming of that ‘White Christmas’…cause our wish has come true.

The next day was spent digging.

Well, baby and I stayed in and made hot chocolate for the men hard at work, and played on nice warm quilts.

There is something so special about this dark, cold season of life.  Is it the bright cooper kettles and warm woolen mittens?  Or could it be the brown paper packages tied up with strings?  No, it has to be the snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.

These are just a few of my favorite things.

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