The month of December slipped by in a blur of sickness, so that I felt like there was little more than a week to prepare for Christmas festivities. The only goodies that got made were chocolate covered pretzels and sausage balls. The peanut butter balls and coconut balls will have to wait for another special occasion. No outside lights got put up, either. But we did have our tree, and as I've said before, for myself I prefer the grinchy look, so the tree was well-adorned in round, colored lights.
Our stockings also were hung with care.
After months of parched conditions, a deluge, accompanied by thunder and lightning, erupted the night of Christmas Eve. An empty five-gallon bucket on our back patio was filled to overflowing with rainwater by Christmas morning! Despite Christmas morning beginning with a rainy 50 degrees, by early afternoon we had this:
|My three youngest in the front yard|
A White Christmas is truly a magical gift.
|View from the front door|
This is the most picturesque my backyard has ever looked:)
The stockings were pushed to the side to make room for a cozy fire.
The next day we had to make a two-day road trip east to see family. My older two stayed behind to work. The rest of us drove through an entire day of this:
|Along the roadside in Arkansas|
Anyway, we made it to see our families. I hated to leave my older boys behind, but I think they were glad to miss the four days cooped up in the car. It ended up being good visits with everyone, though sleeping was another issue;)
Now I am home and trying to catch up on everyday life, which has included absolute mountains of laundry and a general cleaning out of closets and drawers. January does push us to make a fresh start each year, doesn't it?