Well, we got some snow last night. A layer of fluffy, whiteness blanketed vehicles this morning and icy temperatures had us donning gloves and mittens.
On Saturday Hannah and I took the kids out to the "Christmas Store," which is actually called The Emporium. I came home with a few smallish snowmen who melted into my collection, and a set of snowman salt and pepper shakers, because I "needed" them. My "Christmas Room" is full of smiling faces. While shopping for snowmen we ran into Father Christmas. Killian, ever suspicious and expertly cautions, kept his distance, but I had met the particular jolly fellow a couple years ago and decided to give him a quick hug before we did our shopping. Somewhere along the upper floor of the establishment, Kili decided he wanted to see Santa after all. Too bad we didn't have Sergio along. We could have had the perfect Christmas card!
I was sidelined by thought of warm blankets on my way home from church Sunday and stopped in Burlington to see what they might have to offer. I came home with five snowmen who also melted into my collection. (There are so many now that once I rearrange them a tad, no one notices a few more. LOL!)
The Christmas Room, in other seasons known as my living room, is warm and cozy and I like it very much. It feels like home aside from the wood stove being cold, although it is glowing thanks to those flickering, orange Halloween lights.
Christmas isn't complete without a Nativity and so yesterday afternoon I went in search of mine. I found it packed away in the attic and set it up in my glass bookcase. (I added a few new friends this year.)
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