I thought I would share a few images of Christmas, to help those of us who are working through post-Christmas letdowns. Some prefer to go cold turkey (or just eat cold turkey leftover from Christmas dinner) (sorry, couldn’t resist). I’m going with slow withdrawal this year.
The Santa pictured above has been in my parents’ house since before I was born. My husband, Steven, has threatened to steal it for as long as he’s been seeing me. No luck so far, but we have amassed our own collection of old fashioned Santa’s.
Here are our guys. This photo is from December 2016, so I guess this is a Throwback Thursday post now.
Here is my parents’ Christmas tree all lit up on Christmas Eve. I love looking at their tree and seeing the ornaments through the years: the old glass ones we’ve always had, ones that we made in school (Oh, Mom, you didn’t keep THAT one!), ones we’ve given them…
Mom made this arrangement of garland, balls and wreath, and did not think too much about it till my sister Cheryl said, “Oh, you just had to sign your work!” After that, it did seem pretty obvious that it spells “MOM.” Mom would have changed the window, but we insisted she keep it that way. Why shouldn’t she take credit for a house well decorated?
We don’t take our decorations down till at least New Year’s. I suppose the cold turkey contingent mentioned earlier has theirs down already. Oh well, to each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow!