The Weimers Christmas tradition goes like this: pack up the cars with ski gear, Santa hats, food, lots of wine, a few $5 gifts from the second-hand store, and drive up to the Rocky Mountains, Winterpark, for a good 'ol mountain retreat. Skiing, laughter, snow, joy, and traditions. A few years ago, we decided as a family, to forgo gift giving. I know we are not being good little American capitalists, especially during this economic downturn when the general sentiment on the street is to spend, spend, spend to stimulate the economy. After too many years of giving and receiving gifts that eventually showed up at second-hand stores, we decided
it was time to stop consuming and find the true meaning of Christmas. Yes, almost as good as the Grinch's ah-ha moment in How the Grinch Stole Christmas:"Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!"
epic Christmas dinner. This year we added a few more traditions including a "rap-off" which consisted of writing lyrics and
performing the "rap" for the family. Yes, we did agree to stimulate the economy a little bit with a frugal gift exchange: we had to buy a second-hand gift under $5 that the receiver could don with glee (see top photo). This year we also had a special guest appearance by Santa, himself (see bottom photo). He is one funny dude.

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