One of the traditions we have in the family has to do with this little guy:
Every year my husband hides the pickle on the tree. We aren't sure where this tradition started, but it began somewhere within my husbands German heritage. The first to find the pickle wins a prize. Usually a present of some sort, this year a cash prize. B has won the prize three years in a row. Today...the streak was broken!
It was especially a tough find this year. They spent almost 30 minutes looking for it. :)