The tree is decorated with multi-colored lights and an eclectic mix of ornaments. The tree does not have a theme, other than memories of places, friends and family.
|An ornament made by my son (who will be 21 on New Years Day).|
|A fuzzy stork; a gift from my mother when the kids were young. It makes us laugh.|
|A snowman from my friend, Sylvie, who lives in France.|
|Another gift from my parents: from a trip they took to Russia|
The stockings are hung by the chimney, waiting for Santa. On Christmas Eve, Brett and I battle over who goes to bed first so we can fill the other's stocking without being watched. I put all the gifts under the tree but stockings are never filled until Christmas Eve.
This afternoon my son, Kyle, arrived. I'm making turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing and homemade rolls for dinner. Kyle and Camille spent Thanksgiving with their father this year so I picked up a turkey to make for them. Camille is working tonight so she won't be here until tomorrow. The turkey is huge so there will be plenty for her to nibble on in the coming days. Turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey enchiladas... the list is endless.
We had rain this morning, a break this afternoon, and more rain tonight. I hope Santa's reindeer don't get stuck in the mud.