'Tis the Season

 

'Tis the season for decking the halls,

 

the city,

 

and the gravestones, too.
 

Arlington Cemetery

'Tis the season for finding true love . . .

 

Caught my roommate and her brand-new fiance smooching in the balconies at the National Cathedral's Messiah performance.

. . . Or being alone forever.
 

 
Tis the season for magical performances . . .
 

The opening number of Elf The Musical is "I'm happy all the time." How could the show NOT be good?

 

Peter and the Starcatcher didn't win 5 Tony Awards for nothing

 
. . . and Christmas parties with 2,000 accountants.
 

 

'Tis the season for puckering up . . .
 


Well I can't say I'm surprised to see you waiting under the mistletoe. Our house's 2nd annual ugly sweater party. 

Domineau's kiss (left) and mine (right). I need some pointers

. . . and rocking out.

Ashley's rock 'n roll birthday bash

'Tis the season for this country,
 

 

and these children,

Look, they can almost see over the board!



Never mind all the toys and candy, Daphne just kept hugging her Christmas orange



 

World's next T-Swift

Sleepovers with Bieber

 

and subsequently these sicknesses,
 

Every time I go to Canada WITHOUT FAIL I come back with some sticky kid's germs. This year's model: sinus infection, pink eye, and strep throat. Thanks to my brave friends for visiting me and taking every needed precaution.

and a lot of watching this:
 

The humans are dead (or at least this human feels like she is almost there)

And best of all, 'tis the season for welcoming some newcomers to the Swan clan!
 

Little Rosemary and Evangeline, born two weeks apart!

 

 

 

Fa la la la la la la la la.