H and I have forever been fans of the immediate post Christmas take down. Barely unwrapped presents and we're packing up the Christmas village and roof racking the Christmas tree. This year has been different. It's what, now the 27th? and there's nary a 'xmas box 1 of 9' in sight. Maybe it's the first white Christmas we've had here...
Perhaps celebration that the Mayan's were wrong? Maybe that the girls were complete angels (until the day after Christmas when they stole my bag of Hershey's kisses, ate them all and hid the wrappers (poorly) behind the bar in the basement); no matter. It has been a holiday of pure bliss, family, friends, love and some absolutely perfect moments.
Baking sugar cookies with electric blue icing. These were gone well before Christmas. |
Christmas tree cutting in the mountains. |
Deciding where to cut the trees. Young ones were creeping 'snow cheetahs'. Made for some glacial tree hunting. |
Success!! Sort of. (We're in the prairies - this became a room tree) |
Anticipation. |
Belief. |
New Friends. |
Christmas fire. (It was -25 Christmas day - you're on your own, buddy) |
Joy. (Christmas dinner with friends and fancy bourbon drinks) |
Solace. |
LP
5 comments:
Daniel told me that he got a Hershey's Kiss from Lily's secret supply. HA!
That was wonderful to see! We had the BEST Christmas EVER too! Love to you all ~ Heather
Naughty girls....
Hi, I found your blog while googling for mid century modern exteriors, and we also have a late 50s house in cowtown! Ours is a 3 level split, but love to see others who are keeping, instead of knocking down their places
That's fantastic, Sara! I'm a huge fan of split levels - such functional space.
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