So last night we went to Warm Beach, which isn't warm and I'm pretty sure there is no beach. But it does have a lot of Christmas lights. A lot. Like over a million lights in a big, outdoor, wooded summer camp place.
Enough lights that we totally saw a fuze blow up with smoke and fire and all that awesomeness.
So we walked around in the cold and looked at all the incredible light displays. Every tree, bush, building, rock, wall, animal and insect was covered in lights. There were carolers and hot cider and carmel corn and cinnamon donuts.
It was an especially fun trip for Calen. He made his own Christmas ornament and met Frosty the Snowman and even Santa Claus. AND, most importantly, he (and the rest of us) got to ride a train around the park to see all the lights.
We figured, since it was 8:30pm when we got back the car and had a longish ride home, that both boys would crash out after walking around so much.
They knew that we figured that and were determined to prove us wrong.
So they had a raspberry blowing contest the whole drive home. And then they'd laugh at each other after each blow. When we got home Calen marched right to bed fully clothed, but Cam stayed up for an extra hour laughing, squealing and rampaging the house.
Damn those cinnamon donuts and all their glory.
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