I captured a bit of the show on my iPhone. On the flight home, I edited this short clip and added music.
Where will I be this Christmas? It's looks like we're going to Green Bay, Wisconsin.
|It always starts the same: The sweet smell of wafting citrus|
with a hint of, is that... cloves? Ooo, risky! I like that.
First a tentative lick of the icing, followed by a tiny nibble...
From there I vary it.
|"I'll have these back to ya|
in three days, toots."
|Each month was personally autographed by the appropriate team member.|
It's been three years and I still get aroused by the smell of Sharpie.
|Oh Seth, I'll never forget that wonderful May we spent together.|
|What I wouldn't give to spend Christmas in July.|