A Country Christmas

That's how I spent my holiday.

In the lovely country.

There's nothing like it. Believe me.

I miss it already.

It started off right with extreme sleigh riding.

Small Toyota Truck + a tow rope + an old car hood + an old car seat + large bolts 

= the perfect sleigh ride. 

almost.

Technically the Country Christmas season started the weekend after Thanksgiving when we traversed through the mountains to find this beauty:

Correction: My DAD traversed through the mountains to find this beauty. Briauna and Mom had broken appendages, Jill kept Dad company, while Kelli and I traversed the OTHER side of mountain thinking that we could find a better tree. Nope. Didn't happen. Maybe next year we'll actually be there to help Dad haul the tree out of the ravine and across the river and up the snowy hillside...

There's no better way to go caroling than on a hayride:

Then, for the first time since I was 3 years old, I got to play Mary in our 

"Reenactment of the Christmas Story." 

Maybe one of these years we'll have a few more wise men instead of wise women!

And then, with the little snow that we had, we again traversed the mountains but this time on machines!

And of course a Country Christmas would not be complete without some ice skating.

But the best part of a Country Christmas was being with my family!

Hope your Christmas was as Happy as Mine!