We do puzzles. Play games. Watch movies. Make Lego guys (virtual and otherwise). We work (grudgingly).



We walk on old railroad tracks. Watch parades. Decorate. Watch the cat torture a cute brown mouse (and then set it free because we can't bare to watch her kill it).





We see Santa (several times at several places). We ring bells for the Salvation Army. We freeze our asses off.



(Yes I realize my son is wearing cowboy boots with sweatpants. And that is a reindeer!)
And my favorite thing to do? We rock out (country style)!
(Beware of my Yee Haw towards the end. A little embarrassing maybe, but worth that smile I get. Sorry for the cell phone quality--it's one of the few ways I can get videos/pictures of my kids without them knowing.)
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