The End of Winter Break

Butterhorns fresh from the oven

It’s certainly not the end of winter, but it is the end of winter break. In some ways it has gone quickly, as it always does, but in other ways it feels like it’s been a long time since I sat in a classroom. Here’s a little bit of what I did during break:

I went to my nephew’s program on Christmas Eve. My very young niece had little patience for sitting in a gymnasium and promptly ran out of her slightly-too-large shoes, literally, every time we set her feet on the floor.

On Christmas morning, my immediate family made a large breakfast. My brother made the pancakes, I made the bacon, my sister made the scrambled eggs, and my mom woke up before everyone else to make the traditional butterhorns. At my grandma’s house we had our secret Santa gift exchange raffle. I ended up with a nice, large fleece blanket and a gift card for a restaurant. I like practical, very useful gifts. My uncle ended up with the secret Santa gift I gave which was a kit that included things like a very large packet of batteries, tissues, and other things that you may run out of during the winter.