But that didn't stop us enjoying ourselves! As with the snow, it was gone as soon as it arrived and, due to the contagion's staggered nature, various house members could stagger out-and-about while succumbing/recovering. If we've met you around Vancouver recently, sorry. And look out.
Pestilence aside, the first job was to get a Christmas tree. I was severely outvoted this year and so it's a real one, but one "guaranteed" not to drop any needles. Ha! It's up on the top of Pete's toy cupboard and he prowls around it like a lone wolf. Hannah and Meg decorated it to perfection and we went back to Bright Nights in Stanley Park to compare our designs to theirs.
In between we managed to fit a return to Christmas at Canada Place and some gingerbread cookie baking. I've been scoffing those non-stop, because thanks to our virus the crash diet has come before Christmas rather than after! Hmm...there might be a business opportunity here...
Christmas family portrait.
Small but perfect.
Small but perfect.
Meg decorates under watchful direction.
Back down to Canada Place. These trees are fake.
So is this...I think.
Meg sat entranced by the Christmas songs of the GoGo Bonkers.
Which country could these people be from?
We saw that again later.
Pete plots his ascent.
More direction - what are Godmothers for?
Sugar, spice, all things nice.
Shape cutting.
And here are the finished gingerbread biscuits! Although there are fewer now.
Testing.
Quality control.
They're gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Meg's-eye view.
Peace on earth. For a few minutes.
