We returned from Paris December 23, getting back to the house around 7 pm. So Katie and I generously gave my parents the evening off before putting them back to work on Christmas Eve. They thought they were coming here for a vacation. They're cute that way. Oh no, we have work for them to do. Hanging art work (sadly we ran out of nails), making ginger bread, and my dad is like an obsessed rubbish removal machine.
We have given them a modest leave window for events of cultural significance. For example, we went downtown at 5 pm on Christmas Eve to hear the simultaneous ringing of all the church bells in Frankfurt, which you can kind of hear in this video:
We also allowed them to participate in the Christmas morning reveal, as shown in the longish home video below (warning, content most appropriate for grandparents; individuals age 25 and below may experience severe boredom):
We also visited Baden-Baden in the Black Forest and enjoyed the first snow my kids have seen in three years.







































