Well, I returned from Lake City in one piece. Yay, me.
And as you might remember from my list yesterday, tonight my roommate I and decorated for Christmas. The stockings are hug by the…erm…bookcase with care. The tree is lit, fluffed to perfection, and filled with a beautiful glorious hodge podge of my roommates ornaments and my own. Getting out all of my decor for Christmas is kind of like a little birthday party because I’ll buy things on clearance the year before and then forget that I did. Does anyone else do that, or is it just me?
[CONFESSION: I’m not quite ready for Christmas. I mean, I’m ready to start being ready for Christmas but it seems like the day is barreling towards me at break neck speeds and I rather just bask in the soft and twinkling glow from my Christmas tree and sit a spell.]
Anyways, the Glee Christmas CD and Josh Groban provided the ambiance for our merriment and as I pulled out four rubbermaid tubs of Christmas spirit, I finally remembered to take “before” pictures! Again, I must say, yay me. This way, you guys can pretend like you were there with us.
Oh, okay. And I did finish my Christmas list of gifts to buy. However, instead of sitting by a fireplace drinking peppermint hot chocolate and nibbling on the end of a pencil while Christmas music swirled about me (this is how I pictured it in my mind, which is funny because we don’t have a fireplace…), I jotted down a quick list on a napkin. But a list is a list, people.
Question (and this is a for reals question). How do you decide who goes on your Christmas list? I’m super curious. And I know that curiosity killed the cat. But I, if you haven’t noticed already, am NOT a cat.