Yesterday was my day for finishing the Christmas decorations and, by gosh and golly, they are done.
They are somewhat reduced from past years: a smaller tree, no evergreens going up the stairs, and a number of things I used to put out that I dassent, due to Jenny's love of chewing up stuff. The Christmas presents are in that category, so they are upstairs for now.
But it feels like Christmas, in spite of balmy temperatures. All that's left is to finish my Christmas cards. I know a lot of folks have abandoned this practice and I can certainly understand the reasons. But somehow, after two years of Covid precautions and not seeing many people, it seemed like something I wanted to do--a small way of staying in touch.
More about those cards tomorrow. . .