I didn’t mean to not do Christmas this year. But it’s the 22nd. Christmas has officially gotten away from me. *Cue that sorta sad Peanuts Christmas song here*
We did put lights on the house. We did put up the tree. The tree also has lights on it. Huzzah! It’s the little things.
But everything else (Christmas cards *gasp*, holiday crafts, holiday baking) has fallen by the wayside as I work hard on some administrative odds and ends at good ol’ Farmhouse38. New things for the new year, people! But administrative stuff has a way of spongeing up one’s extra Christmas juices.
I did manage to get a shot of Phoebe in front of the tree again, just so that we can all look back and remember what an adorable nugget she was this time last year. It’s so funny to me how in both shots she has her tail tucked under her and it looks like she has a normal boxer nub. Trust me, it’s there, in all it’s shin-whipping glory. But I digress.
I love Christmas. I really do. And I’ve been feeling pretty sheepish about not being the blogger who put the Christmas decorations up in September to photograph (seriously! this is a freakish super-human power that I do not possess). And then even more sheepish when it appears that I’m not even that blogger who gets them up in December. Meh.
Whutteryagonna do. I, for one, am gonna eat some candy, drink some bourbon-laced nog, and put my feet up by the fire with my awkward lap dogs draped over me and snoring. I’ll watch my nephews open presents while my parrot chants her new favorite word in the background (“Weird! Weird! WEIRD!”)(she’s doing it right now as I type). I’ll get a little buzzed and envision all the bloggy Christmas magic I will perform next year. And forget it all by February.