We set up Secret Santas for Christmas, ensuring that the gifts under the tree didn't bankrupt us from their undiscounted price and for the fees we'd have to pay United to cart it all back home, but those rules didn't apply to The Dragon Boss. Everybody was to give him a gift with instructions not to scrimp on the wrapping paper, according to Marmee. Oh, the joys of the inverted pyramid, where two generations are all focused on one little offspring.
Breakfast and presents took us to just about noon - TDB doesn't yet display the urgency or ability in unwrapping Christmas presents that he'll soon develop - and we headed out to the Ski Jump for an Uncle Margarine led walk up to the Partenkirchen Gorge, rebranded as the Ski Stadion excursion when we learned the Gorge was closed due to ice.
The real gift came at dinner, deep into downtown Parternkirchen, the town where Uncle Margarine isn't welcome, he says. There was tradtional Bavarian dancing, Bavarian music, and, even more traditional, big Bavarian beers, pear schnapps, and copious amounts of pork and potatoes. Styles change slightly over time, too, with dirndl hemlines rising and falling an inch here or there, or lederhosen reaching below the knee, but what nobody was prepared for, and everybody loved, was the 6 foot, big bosomed transvestive brought in to play the Christmas bells.
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