Rarely do we remember to get a family picture all dressed-up, in-front of the tree. This year, we remembered before the unwinding for the night started. It isn't a family picture session without a crazy Alex picture. He didn't disappoint.
Alex and I remembered the late, great Nagypapa Hartman. My Dad and I toasted palinka. Alex toasted apple juice. The Hungarian tradition will live on with the next generation just like Pista would want. Egeszsegedre!
