I think we
can agree that Christmas traditions vary from family to family. But in our house, they vary a tad more off
the beaten track. In the Hilton house
comedy seems to reign supreme, and from the required Christmas Rat window painting
(which was supposed to be a cute little mouse, sleeping in a wreath),
to one
son always arranging the letters, “NOEL” to spell “LEON,” we have a way of
twisting traditions.
Possibly our
worst tradition is the Annual Collapsing Gingerbread House. Begun by accident, this so entertained our
boys when they were younger, that it has become a required part of our holiday
festivities. Luckily, this is easy to
duplicate year after year. All it takes
is a lack of patience, precision, know-how, and talent.
So, while the
annual Rocklin Gingerbread House Contest fills our Event Center with beauties
like these:
the Hiltons
continue to produce results like this one:
But we have a
grand time, nobody swears in frustration, and we feel no guilt whatsoever in
gobbling up the results. So I guess it’s
a winning house after all.
You need something to do after all the
Christmas hoopla dies down. I recommend
a cup of hot chocolate and a good book-- perhaps one of mine? Order ‘em here.
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