Sunday was blustery in Central New York, but that didn't stop the Freemantle-Hall clan from venturing out to the village of Skaneateles (pronounced skinny-atlas) for a bit of Christmas cheer. This tiny, idyllic town at throws a Dickensian bash complete with roasted chestnuts and free costumes for parading around town. (Unfortunately, I couldn't convicne Paul to put one on!) This may be a new Christmas tradition.
Jacob Marley and Scrooge - I mean, Paul.
Ready to brave the elements!
And there's more photos up here.