The transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas is quick around here. We are the early tree people, up the hill by 9:30 a.m. the day after Thanksgiving, looking for the perfect tree at the budget lot in apple country.
It was just the four of us this year, what with one far away college girl and two boys working their retail jobs on that most retail-focused day.
The sun sparkled, the tree is too small, but the company was excellent.
With Sophie's careful supervision, I made a wreath of ornaments.
I love the muted tones so much.
And then there was the annual "knock some mistletoe off the tree" event. Safety glasses next year perhaps?
But shopping? I seem to be in a serious denial rut. Better.Get.Moving.