One of the happiest days of the year is the day the Christmas tree goes up!
It is up because my niece and nephew Barbara and Georgie forced the issue. They wanted to come over and help me decorate the tree and that gave me a deadline. I am a journalist. I cannot do anything without a deadline. It is one reason the book on Leonard Pennario has taken so long.
Anyway, I awoke Sunday, the appointed day, and just flew. Before church I got something into the Crock Pot and something else into the bread machine. Home again, I had to locate the ornaments and the lights. It only took about a dozen prayers to St. Anthony but I found them. Why hadn't I gone looking for them the day before? Oh, right, because the day before I had been cleaning out the front sun room, that was why.
End result, as we say here in Buffalo: Sun room is cleaned up. Tree is up.
Cookies are baked.
My niece Barbara is just in that phase of life where she is in awe of all my stuff.
"Oh!" she said. "You have the most beautiful ornaments!"
That is amazing, to have someone admiring all your stuff! Then she marveled at my orange scarf, which you can see her wearing above. Next up for admiration was my collection of cookie cutters, the result of another furtive prayer to St. Anthony because I had not known we would be baking cookies today.
More details on the cookies to follow. Meanwhile...
We feast our eyes.