Instead of a Wrist to Forehead Sunday nor yet a Sunday Cinema, I will post about our up and coming Christmas decorations. Today was a little warmer than the past two days, so we seized the opportunity to get some lights onto our front porch. The results fall short of other front lawn and porches, yet I feel they are worthy of some notice.
After impatiently waiting for the sun to go down (yes, much earlier this time of year, let us not begin that lament!), I stood across the street in the road and got this picture. Actually, I walked into the middle of the road, but no cars were coming, so it was all right.
New this year, I put one of our Santas in an upstairs window. Full disclosure: I thought of this after I had carried said Santa from the attic to our second floor. I did not want to carry him down another flight. Our other Santa has been on the landing, three steps up from the ground floor, since last Christmas. I think this Santa looks cool in the upstairs window, although he is a little washed out in the picture. These things happen when one is not a professional photographer, as obviously I am not.
We put our older, better Santa on the porch. My Mom and Dad found him at a second hand shop when they were visiting my sister in Pennsylvania. I just love a vintage Santa Claus!
It is difficult to get a good picture of our front porch with that large tree in front, but Steven will not hear of cutting it back. Nonetheless, I tried to get a picture of the angel that graces the middle of our lights. I hope she shows up enough for the pic.
So here is my little bit of Christmas, for the end of Thanksgiving and my birthday weekend. Tomorrow I go back on overtime, so I hope I can still manage somewhat decent blog posts. Time will tell (Time is certainly a blabbermouth, although I have already done that joke). Happy Sunday, everybody!