The littles had been looking forward to New Year's Day for one reason.
Mass destruction of the gingerbread ski chalet.
A joyful flattening of all our hard work.
There was only one slip up during the long month of temptation sitting on the counter.
On Boxing Day, when I came downstairs to find Anna with a tree in her hand, crumbs on her face and the excuse of "Sorry Mama, I guess I got a little confused.".
I'm hoping that beginning the year with sugar fueled happiness is a good omen for the rest of year.
It sure beats a hangover anyways.
Best Wishes for a wonderfully sweet New Year from the Purple Starfish Gang.