We celebrate Christmas in these here parts ("these here parts" being "my house"). We're one of those obnoxious families who begin the festivities on Thanksgiving weekend. Publicly.
Privately, I have Christmas stuff up all year round. Like this countdown chalkboard.
Isn't he beautiful? I got him in a quilty swap I participated in a few years ago. I loved him so much that he's only taken down for dusting, then he goes right back up.
In the normal course of things, though, we go tree hunting Thanksgiving weekend. We pack the kids in the car and drive down to Massachusetts to the best Christmas tree farm ever. There, we stalk and slay the largest, most shapely tree we can find, have cider and donuts to honor the kill, and come home to decorate.
We have cocoa and cookies and play Christmas carols (Bing Crosby and Dean Martin, not that Mariah Carey and Bob Dylan crap). We put up snowmen and make Dusty the Deer look all spiffy and festive.
It's a ton of fun. Yes, there's much in the way of shopping (not a chore for me) and school activities (a definite chore for me), but all in all, it's my favorite season. I know not everyone here celebrates it, but I'm very much looking forward to this Christmas weekend with my family.
Regardless of your religion or lack thereof, I hope you're all making with the merry merry and the joyful joyful. Or at the very least, that you are surrounded by people you love, and by warmth and contentment.
Merry Christmas, everyone.