"Paul, why is there a tree in the living room?" I asked through gritted teeth.
He shrugged. "Sam and I got bored."
By now, Annie's eyes were as lit as the tree, and her mouth hung open in wonder. I knew I had already lost a war that had not yet begun, so I kept the tree up, and in the morning, I pulled out the rest of the decorations. While my initial attitude was sour, I soon fell in love with my festive abode and the way it prematurely shifted my focus to the birth of Christ. Thanksgiving was not forgotten. I found my heart more full of gratitude when I was surrounded by nativities than fat, brown birds. So, we made decorating the first week of November a new tradition at my house.
this pattern when Sam was a baby. They are blue and zebra to match our old living room. Next year I want to make new stockings in more traditional colors. I won't be in school, so I'm hoping I will have time. The Christmas plaque and count-down charger were last year's Relief Society Super Saturday crafts.
this post. My mom made one for her fireplace a couple of years ago, and I fell in love with it, so much so that I spent an entire year planning my own garland. I purchased clearance fabric and LED lights the day after Christmas and saved them for the next fall when I could tie the fabric strips onto the sting whilst enjoying a holiday comedy on Netflix. I had so much left-over fabric that I bought a wire wreath form and tied a wreath too. They look adorable in the light of day. . .
But magical in the dark of night.
The kids sure love it.