Sunday, December 23, 2012

Grandfather Frost

I have married a Russian boy, and thus the blending of different cultural traditions commences.

I have been introduced to Grandfather Frost in the past.
 A grand ol' fellow, with a stunning beard.

He has left me chocolates and cookies hidden in and around the Christmas tree. Today, however, I discovered a package with the next best thing.


What do I bring to this cultural smorgasbord that is our lives you may ask?

Yorkshire pudding and knowledge of Canadian folk music.


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