christmas...

was beautiful.

my first white christmas.

my mama was here.

my first christmas legally drinking,

a.k.a the first time i didn't question my age.

[actually made me feel old]

a german christmas mixed with some american-ness.

we sipped yummy wine and ate yummy chocolate while little boys played with new toys, and old nativity scenes. we hiked through the snow to oma and opa's to visit with cousins and eat duck. i skipped the whole duck eating thing. we lit sparklers on the tree, and it didn't catch fire. we hugged, we were photographed by a ten year old with a budding love of that nikon.

we gave gifts. we got gifts. we had candles, fires, and shots. we visited a german christmas market, we went trigger happy with cameras and things covered in snow. we trekked through snow again, this time to church with our lanterns to recieve a light from bethlehem. we found icicles on the roof that were over a meter long.

we sang.

we danced.

we played.

we ate, drank, and we loved.

we celebrated.