It’s hard to follow it happens sofast. So much going on it can be easy to miss or misplace.

Might not be forever, but for the past few it’s been a tradition to take T on the Lake Whatcom Railway Santa Train. I think it’s actually taking me since I get to wear my Grandpa’s Stetson, meet dressed up ticket takers who still tell stories, ride an ancient passenger car and imagine my self/family in another time. I really dig old things that are still functional. T usually plays hard to get with Santa, but always digs Banjo-Man and the Engineer. She was especially fond of the kiddo elf this year.
Fast from there we drove to find our very own tree. Cocoa and timber and my ladies, it was awesome. After a bit of warm up and tree maintenance at home, we went on a family sushi date. Sushi can be fickle, but was exceptionally agreeable this day.
After laydown, Moon and I played Scrabble (I lost) and had time for a conversation. We reflected on a lovely day, understanding our Santa Trains and Tree Trimmings would never be quite the same. Thing 2 might not want to be a train driver when she grows up, and that’s OK.

Happenssofast you can barely read/track it.
I try.