Tag Archives: Decorating

12/26 Plaid Penguins

Is anyone else as tired as I am? Hubs wanted to know if I wanted to go to a movie today or if I wanted to laze around the house. It was his fault. He gave me the option. So we lazed around the house today.  After the hectic yesterday, it was nice to sit, play with Christmas gifts and just relax. No big meal to prepare, no more presents to wrap, no more decorating to do, but frankly, I confess: I haven’t had enough Christmas yet. Even though Christmas Day was tiring, I’m not ready to let go of the good cheer that I saw this year. A kind clerk gave me $50 off a purchase of mine. I received a thank you from the Fedex guy for the cookies that I set out for him.  A neighbor offered to help clear our driveway of snow after church. We offered to take in their mail while they were away. I’m not ready to let go, so on go the Christmas socks once again, this time with plaid penguins for a few more days of good cheer before we all forget until next December.


12/21 Drunken Rudolph

Presenting drunken Rudolphs, the socks that started my Christmas sock obsession. Unfortunately, Rudolph is going to that sock drawer in the sky because one of the drunken Rudolphs is missing his big red nose, thanks to a pull. I wore them to do last minute stuff at home. I added more ornaments to the tree, picked up around the house, strung my dad in the window. It wasn’t really my dad. It was a lighted Hallmark memorial ornament, only it didn’t want to light this year. After replacing a dead bulb with the only one that fit in the socket, my father now blinks at me from the kitchen window. It tickles me to see his smiling face blinking on and off, keeping me company. Family. Have you ever thought about whether Mary and Joseph had anyone with them during the start of their family? A midwife, maybe? One of Joseph’s relatives? That part of the story is missing. Where was their family? We’ll be missing our extended family this year. We live too far away, but they are in our hearts. Like my dad. He’s in my heart now and forever, although he’s never blinked at me before.


12/15 Red, Green, Silver and …

Christmas comes in many colors. Sometimes, the third candle, lit today in the Advent wreath, is rose colored. Sometimes, it’s blue. My church uses all blue candles, but I’ve used an Advent wreath with dusty rose and purple candles in my home. No matter what color the third candle is, it symbolizes joy. Once again, like last week, my church had a baptism. Our pastor is quite generous with the baptismal water. The baby was not overjoyed to have a handful of water splashed on his head. Yet, in the midst of his protests, he gave joy to the congregation who watched this squirming little fellow express his dissatisfaction in such a cute way. Once baptized, he was happy to be back with mom … or dad … he couldn’t decide who he wanted more. It was a lovely, endearing moment. Then there was the moment during the children’s sermon when a little boy joyfully announced that he had gotten Ninja underwear as a present. Little children can color our world with joy, can’t they? My socks today are a joyous riot of red, green, silver, and orange.


12/9 Santa Paws

Today was a work day today. My gaudy Santa Paws socks livened my spirits. I’m decorating the house in hopes of getting the tree up tonight. I love the way my house looks at Christmas time. My normal plain décor gets a facelift in reds, gold and greens. Like my socks, it makes me happy. My usual target date for taking down my decorations is January 7th  or after.  When I was in school many years ago, I was envious of my Orthodox friends who got to stay home from school on January 7th for Russian Christmas. It was like having two Christmases to my young mind, complete with more presents. Why couldn’t Protestants have a second Christmas too? No fair. After I got married, I got my wish, as we traveled between families at Christmas. One year, when we lived 500 miles away from family, we had three, and I loved it. Nowadays, at 650 miles away, we’re content to stay at home. One Christmas is fine. Plus, I get to enjoy my pretty decorations for a little bit longer.