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I am not a morning person so this'll be short. Another render with Christmas and cats. We're actually going to be taking down our tree today. The house/dog sitter brings her dog when she stays while we're gone and I'm not sure how he'll be with the decorations so... down they go. Daughter's house looks like Christmas threw up on it, lol, so she said by the time we get home we'll be glad it's already back to normal. :)


Happy Saturday!



I've been sick so my husband brought it all in the house and got the tree ready to decorate. That's all I had to do. I do miss the old house but with the kids out on their own it was just way too much house for us to keep. It was awesome to have while the kids were growing up in and while holiday's do make me sentimental for it this place really does fit the two of us much better. And since it's half the size of the other it's much easier and cheaper to heat.


"Peace on Earth, good will to all..."


As the kids got older I would tell them that Santa would prefer it if we left the whisky bottle out for him instead of milk. :) By then they knew the score but we still tried to keep the kid aspect of Christmas alive. Now they're all grown up but they still come home for Christmas.

One year when our son was at an age where he knew who Santa really was but our daughter did not, my husband borrowed the Santa suit from the school. With our son knowing what we were doing, we set it up so that she saw Santa that year. Christmas eve they were upstairs in bed and I was saying goodnight when I pretended to hear a noise. We all went to the top of the stair landing where we could look down on the living room, the tree and the fireplace where their stockings were and there was my husband, in the suit and all padded up leaving gifts at the tree. Her reaction was completely comical. Her heart was beating so fast and she nearly had a panic attack because Santa Claus! :) If I recall correctly, she slept in our bed that night. I wish I had it on video. :)

Merry Christmas!

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