We joined in a new delightful tradition this year.
It's called:
Run, Run as Fast as You Can, I'll Blow up Your House, Little Gingerbread Man!
It's a holiday to creatively dispose of old stale gingerbread houses...with explosives.
Several families gathered to enjoy the cold weather and sip hot apple cider while we watched the spectacle unfold.
Here is part of the lineup waiting to be demolished:
The boys and men carefully filled each house with explosives.
Some people chose to use M80's, others opted for bigger explosives with more spectacular effects.
Check it out:
The spectators kept a safe distance away while waiting in excitement for each new explosion.
After each demolition, the kids would squeal and swarm to the ruined house, eager to see the rubble.
During the festivities, children played all over the property and roasted marshmallows.
Nathan and I tried to sneak a picture together, but it turned out totally blurry. I kept it anyway, since we have so few pictures together.
To end the day of fun, there was a polar dip in the frigid swimming pool.
True, we may live in Texas, but it was COLD that day.
The water must have been in the 30's. (Okay, you Alaskan relatives- mock me all you want. Our 'polar dip' is probably a steamy hot tub compared to your arctic dips midst ice-filled water. It's all relative.)
It made me shiver just watching people jump in the cold water and gasp in shock.
Most people dipped in once, squealed in astonishment, and ran for a towel.
Not Sarah. She LOVED the cold water.
She relishes cold weather.
Today was her favorite day of the year.
While almost everyone else gasped and spluttered in the cold water, she laughed and luxuriously swam laps.
She climbed out into the brisk air and dove into the pool over and over again with delight.
She stayed in the pool way longer than anyone else, not even shivering when other kids lips turned blue.
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