...Without Nat King Cole... grumbled Jo lying on the rug....
At least that's how *I* feel. I love his voice: soothes my soul.
We started decorating after Family Night on Monday: See?
I love our family of snowmen stockings.
Yes they are huge.
Yes they are homemade.
No I did not make them.
My wonderful Mommy made them.
We had big ol' stockings like these growing up and Oma has lovingly passed the tradition on.
I kind of love our wee bitty tree too (which probably looks tiny next to the stockings).
I love that I don't have to worry about the tree and the kids and whatever disasters that could bring. I don't have to water it. I don't even have to restring the lights every year; simply fold them in with the branches and put away. Some day maybe we'll go back to live trees- haven't had one since I've been married. But for now I love our little tree. Also there's no need to feel like I have to stuff the bottom of the tree with presents- which is good on many levels. Here's a reminder of the reason for the season: