I insist on a real tree each year, although some years it seems to be more trouble than it’s worth. I usually get a Grand Fir (because I’m a “grand” type of person; I jest), because I just love how good they smell. It’s like having a natural air freshener in the house.
I buy a few new ornaments every year, so my collection is taking shape. I used to have a bunch more, but I went through a period of time where the cat and/or dog managed to knock the tree over, so many of my ornaments were smashed to smithereens. It was a shame, I had some really cool ornaments and they were one of kind. Oh well, at any rate, I’m building the collection up again and it’s an excuse to go out and buy new ornaments anyway.
I also got this really cool St Nick in a sleigh for a tabletop or floor ornament. He’s kind of old-fashiony looking, (read European or Victorian) which is the type of Santa or St Nick that I prefer. Anyway, I blew almost fifty smackaroos on this thing, and I just love it. I got it at Costco. I need to stay away from Costco. I just spend way too much money there.
Now, if I could just get the energy up to decorate my house. I need to go home and steam clean the great room rug in order to get it ready to accept the new furniture. We’re picking up our “snuggler” chair tomorrow night (hubby doesn’t want to wait for it be delivered with the other furniture), so the carpet needs to be clean. I’m still hoping the other furniture will be delivered by Christmas. This is why it’s hard to decorate. I don’t feel like dragging out all my stuff; only to have to re-do it if the new furniture arrives before Christmas. On the other hand, if the furniture doesn’t arrive in time, then I’ll be a “Grinch”, so I have to decorate.
I loved the Santa’s grave picture! Then again, I’m a bit twisted myself, so well, I guess there is all to say about it.
My head and nose are all stuffed up, although the nose insists on leaking enough to be a nuisance. I hate having a cold. Whatever my husband had, he has managed to pass it on to me, his nephew, my kids, my mother, and Lord knows who else. That is one powerful virus!
Well, I must actually work now…what a shame.
I ain’t sayin’ anymore on that cause vunderbob would get all ooked out if’n I did. Cept, I will say, that there is a picture of me getting spanked by “Santa” at a Christmas party about three years ago. No, I will not share that photo. Trust me, you don’t wanna see it.