Mikro had a blast at my parents' place last week. As usual, my Mom had the whole house decorated. I call her The Queen of the Holidays, because she never does things in a small way. She could make the people at Macy's Santa Land envious of her Christmas displays.
The tree was huge and beautiful, and Mikro noticed that it was a "real" tree, not like our artificial wonder... We talked about how Christmas tree farms replant (It's 3 trees planted for every one cut at the place my parents got theirs from.)
Gramma, Grampa and Uncabobby spoiled the boy rotten with Legos and Playmobil ancient Egypt stuff, and wrestled with him, hugged him, and built stuff together. Just about a perfect day.
And on the way home, Mikro got to see The Empire State Building all lit up for Christmas.