The tree is up and looking fine.
Decorations are all in place. The kids helped. They knew how they wanted things.
These guys are back:
We took her with us to pick out a tree. She was here picking up her big sister, and she was wild and kind of demanding. It seemed like a good way to get her out of everyone's hair, plus she could be as unruly as she wants at Malmborg's. Nobody's going to be bothered by a rowdy kid.
So we took her with. At first she didn't understand, screamed her head off like she was being kidnapped.
But before we were hardly out of the driveway, she was good with the adventure, helped us pick out a tree, looked at all the fancy trinkets and yard ornaments and rode back home again.
Pam made these horses by hand, a long, long time ago:
Julia jumped up onto the cabinet and helped put this old sleigh thing on the wall. My mother in law gave it to us back in about 1982. It works.
And that's the end of a very fine Friday.
So much love, Val
There's Little Santa, up on the flat roof:
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