Remember that part when the giant alligator came to Bethlehem...
and tried to eat Baby Jesus? No? Me neither, actually.
The Santa hat has made its appearance again.
The tree cookies are around the tree.
The ornaments are on.
So we have this silly tradition of not unwrapping our tree on the tree lot. We pick a tree based on the trunk, overall straightness, and the look of the top. This year, we ended up with a ridiculously full Noble Fir with a large hole in the side that we just turned toward the wall.
The stockings are hung from the stairs because the cat swats them if they hang from the fireplace and we're afraid the metal stocking hooks will fall on her head.
Daddy tickles!!!
Too much fun!
All ready for Santa now.