Tis the season of hectic, frenetic baking, shopping, decorating, gift wrapping, card sending, holiday parties, school pagaents and checking our lists! Our house is lit up with ourdoor lights, nativity scenes are on the tabletop (except for baby Jesus) our door is wrapped in garland and bows; our tree is small this year but we let Catherine manage the ornament hanging and it is a lovely tree indeed-- just small enough for her to manage topping with a great big golden star.
Richard and I decided to scale back our shopping budget a bit this year as it's so easy to get carried away and stressed out with finding just-right-gift for everyone. "Everyone" on our list meant about 40 people. So this year it's down to about 20, a much more managable size. I believe I can enjoy the season without cramming too much spending, too much worrying, too much standing in line at check-out counters. I have, though, enjoyed more baking and telling Christmas stories at bedtime to my precious little one. We've watched Charlie Brown's Christmas and the Polar Express. We've talked about how little some less fortunate people have and how blessed we are to have what we have, to be grateful for our family and our time together---THAT's what's it's really about, right?
Catherine donned her chef's hat and apron the other night and we made a round of Christmas cookies--Round One of Four or Five Rounds of cookie baking. Here's her picture during Round One. We spilled colored sugar all over the place but Dylan (our Pekingnese dog) was right there cleaning up after us.
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