Ho Ho Ho

It's beginning to look like Christmas in the house. The Christmas tree is up and mostly decorated. (That is it is excessively decorated down low and not so much up high, but the kids had fun, so, whatever.) Our house is bedecked in lots of lights that flash and dance enough to incite seizures and they do it in time to Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas music. My decorations have spread out to every available flat surface and any vertical one that would hold a nail.

My sister and I have plotted out the best strategy to accomplish the mountain of cookie baking needed and airline tickets have been bought to bring relatives from afar.

The annual missive is written and awaiting final approval from Scrooge-er-Hubs-who gets censoring privileges.

There is snow on the ground and the lights in the bushes twinkle through the snow at night. YES! Back in the land of White Christmases I am a happy camper.

Of course time is doing its usual disappearing act and minutes are flying by at an alarming rate, but, all in all, peace and goodwill towards man reign supreme.

Now to come up with just ONE surprise for Hubs for Christmas. The man gets crazy this time of year and seems to read minds at will, making it a challenge of epic proportions to actually surprise him on Christmas morning. My best bet is to wait until the last minute and hope he is too busy playing video games with his brother in law to apply his x-ray vision and mind reading abilities. Wish me luck!