Santa, his sleigh, eight reindeer and Rudolph are finally finished. And I didn’t go insane. Maude helped me take pictures.
Here she is positioning Rudolph.
He’s about to take off.
She approves.
Zippo did his usual superior job with the gift wrapping.
Tomorrow, we make pies. Gus promised to help. I’m not sure what he means by that.
I was decorating the tree today when I discovered something. My son’s favorite Christmas ornament has died. For twenty years, it played Silent Night when it was squeezed. Today, not the slightest sound came from its bowels. Granted, it has been very difficult for it to do more than a few thin bars for the past several years, but at least we knew that it was still alive and kicking. It is very sad. My poor dear son will be heart broken.
On a happier note, I finished putting together Santa and his sleigh. I even bought a bunch of little presnts to put in with him. The tops of the reindeer are together and now I have to glue on their underbellies.
Last night, I sent out all my Christmas cards. And now, the house and tree are decorated. At least something is done. Here is my most cherished ornament. It is the last to go on the tree and the last to come off. And I am the only one allowed to handle it. It was made for me thirty-seven years ago. I can’t say anymore.
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