OK, so Christmas is clearly not here yet, and I don't know exactly what form it will take (we might be down visiting Janet's mom or we might be spending it with Gary and Ali and some combination of her family or we might be spending it blissfully alone). So, I thought I would go ahead and post the beginnings of the celebration.
I think we went a little crazy on the Christmas tree this year. At Morse Farm, our traditional location to buy our tree, we had a sense that it was a tall tree, but we didn't seem to understand how fat it was as well. Thank God we live in a cabin, or that guy would have been hunched over by the roof.
I was out running errands when Janet began to decorate the tree, and when she realized that we don't really have enough lights or ornaments (but considering this is our last Christmas here for, at the very least, years, we couldn't justify purchasing more stuff for decorating).
Being a problem solver (and also, obviously, usually a problem creator), I jumped in to help fill out the tree decorations. Thank you Mothman! That said, I'm disturbed that the Banff Trading Post didn't selling Merman stuffies.
Merry Cryptidmas!! What problems doesn't Mothman solve?
It's strange to think that next year we'll be celebrating the Christmas season in Sicily. I started doing some research on Christmas traditions in Sicily and I think it's going to be pretty amazing.
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