The distance to the moon is about 240,000 miles. The distance to the sun is about 93 million miles. By comparison, the 2,400 miles that we drove this Christmas season should seem like a short trip to the fridge during a commercial break, right? It's all about perspective.
Here are the exciting details of our intra-planetary journey...
Christmas in Spring.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
...and guarded by ninjas with pirate head-wear.
The kiddos ripped wrapping paper and bows did unravel.
Then we woke in the morning and started to travel.
Christmas in Lake Charles
At Mimi and Pop's house, we had such great fun.
We ate till we were stuffed. Then battled with nerf guns.
On Matt! On Jennifer, On Sam, Shelby and Anna!
Santa is supposed to find us in Louisiana...
Christmas in Baton Rouge
Frosty served as a landmark for Santa to find the way.
And Nora babbled and toddled to brighten everyone's day.
The kids awoke to find they were on Santa's "nice" list.
Scooters and hula hoops! Their smiles were priceless.
With the children content, their faces still aglow,
We stuffed the car like a sausage and drove to Ohio.
Christmas in Dayton
The mood was festive despite my hurt back.
Those mid-westerners got crazy with their booze and their hats.
With Pop in his shirt and Mimi sporting a 'stache,
we partied too late. T'was past time to crash.
On our final day in Ohio, we were fortunate to see
the Wesleys and Crawfords who trekked in from Indy.
It was great to see all despite the long travels, the plight.
It was well worth the trouble, a Christmas delight!