Not the most decorated we’ve had this place, nor the tidiest, but there is a satisfactory collection of tributes and tokens to each other under the tree, and few remain still needing to be wrapped, thanks to my hubby’s efforts to reduce my stress this year.
And the wind is blowing outside, moaning over what remains of our unseasonably shallow snowpack, bringing rain in its wake. Tomorrow morning I am hoping to hit the stores for a few remaining purchases first thing in the morning, before they get crazy busy. Supper with the folks tomorrow night. The kids still have gingerbread houses to make, and there still much cleaning to be done.
I want it to be good.