Ok so Santa killed it this year. Layer, upon layer, upon layer of presents surrounded our gigantic, mystical tree house. Santa must know his geometry because I saw every size of rectangle, square, triangle, or any other shaped object wrapped in sparkling cheesy paper. Cats and dogs buried there bodies under the stacks of crumbled paper. This year marked the single fastest record of opening everyones presents for Eamon and Kai; And then, before we knew it, a king's breakfest was in front of our faces.
And now, to top it off, in this beautiful wonderland of snow, stuck deep in the woods of woodstock. Warm fires, delicious meals, and riding Hunter and Bellayre mountain with my little brothers; nothing like old times.
Enjoy the photos, enjoy the snow!!