We got ourselves a tree. Not the charming cut-it-down-yourself style. Not even the go-to-a-cute-tree-lot style. Nope, we headed to a real special place called Lowes, bought ourselves a real, but pre-wrapped, tree for a mere $20, and popped that sucker up last night.
Tate helped me with the lights, we all listened so contently to Frank Sinatra's Christmas melodies (is there anything better?) and drank Hot China, per Tate's request.
All day I heard "let's get our tree, listen to Christmas music and have hot china while we decorate it!"
She's talking about Chai. But Hot China is sooo much cooler, so we've changed the name officially at our house.
This morning we woke up to the most beautiful fresh snow outside, watched Elf while the boys napped and finished off the rest of the decorating. I really do love this time of year!
If you're wondering, that's not a tree skirt. I've never had one, so each year I just use this crocheted blanket. Works like a charm.
Tate was giddy about putting up this sock advent that my mom made us, but is still annoyed that we have to start on the 6, instead of the 1. Oops, bad mom.
But tonight I've filled them with goodies from Trader Joes and am crossing my fingers the treasures inside will make up for the six lost days.