I am a simple gal. With simple pleasures. One of which is taking the kids over to our smokey neighbor state and visiting Kraynaks.

Like I said, I’m a simple girl.

Me and the girls look forward to goin twice a year, once in the spring for the Easter Bunny Land and once in the winter for Santa Land. Oh, the joys of the holidays.

Occasionally, I can drag Chuck along, but he remains noncommittal, always trying to ditch us. This year he laid aside all manliness and followed us to Pennsylvania.

Once we got there, we walked in the back door, where we were directed to go back outside to the front door. (as the line to enter Santa Land extended well beyond the heated warmth that is Kraynaks and plunged through the front doors into the cold that is the climate we so love up this way.)

Then we waited. Ah, the glorious splendor that is the holidays. This is when Reese decided to take a snooze. (Waiting is boring.)

This is when I was thankful that my husband decided to come.

As you can see in the background the portal to heatedness awaits in the distance.

But before we got inside I snapped a pic of my B-E-A-U-tiful girls. (minus the one that was getting her beauty sleep)

Ain’t they delicate flowers? (They get that from me.)

Well in no time at all we found ourselves basking in the animated ornate illumination that is Christmas. I love it. I love the hokey 70’s mechanical Charlie Brown and Strawberry Shortcake. The “Mr Bill” choir singers with erratic bobbing heads. The overuse of tinsel and well, the overuse of everything. I love it all. And my Christmas is somehow not complete without a trip  through this land of seasonal fun. (I feel like I am using too many adjectives. Am I?)

But, in the end it all turned out well.  Reese finally woke up and got to partake in the Neff tradition: Christmas Over Exposure.

I hope everyone’s Christmas was one to remember.