Last Sunday we grabbed up the world’s greatest mother-in-law, Nana, and took her off to the Philbrook Museum of Art to check out their Festival. It used to be “Festival of the Trees” with all sorts of decorated trees but they are not doing that anymore. Oh well, as we are told at work, we embraced change and pressed on. They have a wonderful Andy Warhol special exhibit going, so we checked that out and then went upstairs to see the gingerbread houses.

For some reason I love gingerbread houses.

This was one of my favorites because of its detailing.

They had a Santa on the roof.

And a parlor with a Christmas Tree and fireplace.

I also loved this Hobbit gingerbread house.

And here is another shot, this time with Heather behind the lens. Nana, Logan, and me with my cap. Do you like my cap? I love it; it is wool felt, water resistant and very warm. Us fat, bald headed guys love warm hats in the winter. I think that a good time was had by all, with or without the designer trees.