This year I decided to spend holidays here in Oregon while the boys are young. I don't have room for a Christmas tree indoors (especially with a crawler/climber ... and a dog with a waggly tail) but I will put one up outside in front of the dining room window. Then just a million do dads all around the condo.
Unfortunately, when we were downsizing in a crazy hurry, we accidentally took the boxes of Christmas treasures I had weaned down to keep ... to Goodwill. Ornaments from every country we had traveled. Ornaments we gave each other every year for 28 years. Sad, sad, sad. I do still have a few things from my Mom and Dad. And what the heck! We will just start collecting all over again! (hinting for an invite to Michigan blogger country ... in the spring or summer though!)
Today a neighbor invited me to a Christmas Bazaar and oh my gosh I'm in the mood. The Canby fairgrounds organized amazing vignettes with lots of room to simply gaze and dream. It was well attended but not overly crowded. Lots of homemade items (my favorite) and prices were very affordable.
You've probably heard about the new fad that replaces the "Behavior Chart" my Mom used during December. Elf on a shelf. Parents move an elf (who is often mischievous) and he/she keeps an eye on the children. Braeden really "gets" it this year. He named his elf Dora (last year ... watched some Dora the Explorer, I think). I figure Gramma needs an elf to help her remind him to mind his p's and q's ...