Christmas in Victoria is about as close as we'll ever get to Christmas in England - and it's only 20 miles away, as the crow flies. Too bad there aren't enough crows to carry us. So with Laurie and Kent, Laura and Bill, we loaded onto the ferry and sailed to a foreign land.
Of course it's usually all about the food and here are just some of the desserts in the Dining Room at Butchart Gardens. Santa whisked all the calories away and dumped them somewhere over the ocean.
The snow began to fall just as we entered the Gardens, and this is what we saw when we left the restaurant. Hard to get good pictures with the white stuff, but it was magical and glorious.
Happy Birthday to Canada.
Christmas morning from our hotel balcony. Nothing exciting for you in the real snow, but unusual for us out here on the edge of the continent.
British Columbia Parliament
Our front yard. Nobody wanted to build a snowman. Darn. And it's all gone now.
Maybe I can get the neighbor kids to build one next time.
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