As my son's first Halloween approached, in 2010, my husband and I couldn't agree on a costume . . . the rest is history . . .

 

And so our indecisiveness over choosing "the cutest" costume turned into an opportunity for an 8-day celebration of our beautiful son, our own childlike whimsy for photography and giddy, glorious, geek-pop culture. 

 

This is something we did for fun, for our family and for ourselves, but the results were far too magical to keep them from the world.  The name comes from the fact that I grew up in a house where we celebrated both Christmas and Hanukkah, as celebrations of love and joy with our parent's respective families.  What could be more magical than 8 nights of Halloween?!

 

Enjoy.  We sure did.