They go quietly wild over Christmas by tramping outside to find enough cedar boughs to form a nice display for the front door, the tree is cut on their property and the few trimmings are hand-made.
So why am I the total opposite of these dedicated women? Beats me.
My tree is totally artificial, as are the decorations and if one strand of tinsel would make a statement I toss on an a truck-load.
Whatever drives me to do what I do, it's my comfort level at stake so I continue to do it while admiring the restraint of those minimalist ladies.
The dining room table is already set for Christmas day. There's a good reason for this--I do as much ahead as I can to have energy left for the last-minute work.
I guess it's too late to ask Santa for a better camera.
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The family of lambs are settled under the tree.
And here's Mr. Cheerful who is probably not fond of any of us over-the-top or carefully austere.
Merry Christmas to you anyway, you old coot.
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