Di and I paid our annual visit to the Festival of Trees this week.
This year, Cyndi, Dana, Christen and a very jet-lagged Kelly joined us, and it was lovely.
Despite the crowds and the fact that all the trees start to look the same after wandering down the first few aisles, this is a tradition to which I've grown quite attached.
Lola was exhausted but quickly became entranced by the lights and toys and trees -- a Christmas miracle, right there.
Also, I think the Snoopy gingerbread house completely outshone the White House.
Just one girl's opinion.