On Dancer and Prancer, Rusty Ol' Bastard and Vixon...

Across the street from Christmas Paradisio, (also known to the unimaginative as St. Nick's because they rely on the name the owner's gave it), is a little metropolis known as Littleton.      

Littleton's origins can be traced back to the "Pikes Peak" gold rush of 1859 as merchants and and farmer poured into the region for their own piece of the golden pie by providing goods for the growing population that was flooding the nearby Denver/Auraria region searching for gold...

Sleighbells ring!

What say the writer of our quest? 

Tally-ho!

A little pedestrian seeming, KMart usually has a gem or two for our treasure seeking eyes, so across the street we head. This might seem a likely place to fight off the Black Friday hordes but apparently the bargains were early or nonexistent so we are safe from deal ravagement. 

Nostalgia is a particular fancy as you might note-- the tender look on St. Nick's face caught my eye. There are pluses and minuses to this ornamental trimming. Perhaps a bit too homemadeish??? hmm....

Christmas Tradition

Each year on the day after Thanksgiving our family sets out on a treasure hunt that has been anticipated for some weeks. Our route has been scouted and plotted and planned...    

 

But! before we set off, it will require some sustenance, on this hunt for the rarest of finds. So before we head off, we set off for breakfast at our annual feast at The Inn of the Village (otherwise known by the Hip and Happening Set VI and to those of us who've know it for a while, Village Inn.)  

We fill ourselves with our favs knowing that they day will be long and there won't be food between then and the time we complete our mission. 
And what is our mission you ask????

Dancing with a snow man

The snow swirls around us

dancing, careening, cavorting

tickling our noses 

and teasing our toeses 

We join in the whirling dirvishes 

 swirling whirls

whorling swirls

  whirs twirling

slowly turning 

to find 

a giant of snow 

Standing before us 

a grin of toothiness 

spread over his features 

We spread out our arms 

to ask for waltzes 

and the jolly coal eyes 

sparkled down at the lark

and then as we stand in the silence of the dark

a call comes from the lighted warmth

we hug him tightly

and whisper lightly  

"Goodnight"

and slip off

to leave him in the 

swirling 

whirling

twirling

whorling night