Just a little holiday display to brighten the kitchen window box. We haven't had a hard freeze yet, so the geraniums there were still blooming away. Occasionally they make it through the winter, but they're sad looking puppies by spring so I start over with new ones from Costco. What else blooms for seven months straight?
We have a seven foot Douglas Fir to wrestle inside today-- also haul the tubs and boxes down from the attic crawl space. A wet weekend and good time to make a start on cookies and cards.
Instead of a Christmas letter, I decided to write personal notes to the few people we're in touch with only once a year. To be honest, most of the family keeps up with us on the blog anyway. We're in good health so no complaints! I just don't have the energy to put a happy spin on 2025. Hopefully next year is better, especially in the vacation department.
We dug out the Christmas CD collection and the old albums are still the best-- young Doris Day has a voice like an angel, and Mel Torme's snappy version of Good King Wenceslas is my favorite carol, along with with Holly and the Ivy. On the other hand, once a year is enough to suffer through A Little Drummer Boy and The Twelve Days of Christmas. Especially at the grocery store.
Ukulele players are partial to the most goofy, jokey Christmas songs ever written and we started in on that catalog yesterday. I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas is more fun than struggling though five gory stanzas of We Three Kings. But our leader likes the complicated carol arrangements done by classic bands like The Eagles and Beach Boys. Just my opinion, but Little Saint Nick on ukulele is right up there with Drummer Boy. Ha Ha.
Have a good weekend. Take care.
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