What's a pickle party? She hides a pickle-shaped glass ornament on her tree and the children try to find it. The one who finds it gets the Grand Prize but she always has prizes for all the children. Here are my great nephew and niece searching for that elusive pickle.
And here are the original children, now teenagers, still pickle pondering.
And Ricky celebrating finally finding the pickle after a ten plus year domination by his cousins.
I love that my family will pop the Christmas crackers and wear the crowns. No hesitation. No shame. 
Notice the gingerbread houses decorated that evening behind Jennifer (the gracious hostess). That's her mother in red, my sister.
I found Jennifer's not yet two-year old daughter behind the chair in this pose, pondering the unthinkable. "You mean one day I'll have boobs?" I love her pink cowboy boots. They would go well with my dress.
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Oh I had to laugh at your comment about "getting boobs." When I was a little girl, I did NOT want them and my mom used to tell me that eating spaghetti gave you big boobs because I LOVED spaghetti and ate a lot of it. Well, you know what? SHE LIED! LOL!
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