Serves Me Right

After my "soap box" in my last post I said goodbye to The Prairie Daddy and The Prairie Kid. I've had a really rough time sleeping with my health lately and I just wasn't up for going to town to watch some high school basketball with them. My intentions were to take a nap, or watch a movie but as soon as they walked out the door I found myself putting the Thanksgiving and fall decorations away.

And then out came The Boxes. I hate getting them out. We keep them in a storage closet under our stairs and it smells of dead mice from long ago and is dark and icky. But like every year I squeeze to the deep, dark depths and pull out The Boxes.

I haul them all upstairs so that I can just "dig in" and go for it. And I went for it. I am so excited for The Prairie Kid to come home because he will be SO surprised. For a 4 year old he is so grateful and loves surprises, even little ones. I forgot to mention in my last post that when I pulled out the embellishments for the cookies he lit up and said, "Oh Mom! Are they a surprise? Oh thank you Mom!" And I got a great big hug!

I did save the nativity set for when he comes home. I didn't even peak in the bucket that has housed them since their "birth." We will evn use the same green circle of felt my mom placed them on ages ago.

So, do you want to see some of it?

First, in keeping with tradition, I broke a Christmas ball ornament. I do this every year. I even managed to break a bulb today too. I guess it was a good excuse to sweep floors.

Here is one of the items that I still like from 1972. Actually, my mom could probably tell you the exact year and place that she made this. I think she and a friend made a bunch one year and gave them out as presents. This guy is a favorite of mine...and he always hangs on the inside of the front door.

In case you're wondering, he is made out of a big thick sock...you know the kind you where under hiking boots.

The wreath in this next picture is from my dad's grave the first year he passed away. It sounds kind of morbid but it means so much to me. I am very thankful to have it and I am proud to hang it on my wall.

See the angel? My grandma gave me that when I was probably 11 or 12. And the two carolers? Definitly 1980's paper mache from my moms old collection! They're cute though.

And my mom made this little Christmas tree in the early '80s too. I did have to replace the strand of lights on it for the first time today!

And my mom brought me this beautiful embroidered table cloth back from Germany one year. It is really pretty but you can't see the detail in this picture.

Okay, I hate to admit it but I even went on imeem.com and played a bunch of Christmas music. And I sang along. I indulged my senses with the smell of a favorite Christmas candle as well. It is still snowing out and I am really enjoying this. Happy Birthday, Jesus.