How About a Nice Christmas Singalong?

Okay, friends, let's all sing together...



Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree,
How lovely are thy branches

...or was that:

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,
With all our hearts we greet thee ?

Whatever. Either version of the song works fine. As you can see, my precious, little Christmas tree, bought at Yac's Drugstore back in the early 90s, is now gracing my drink cabinet rather than my TV. (I got a flatscreen type last April, and I don't think the tree will balance on it very well!) It doesn't seem to have affected the amount of loot this year!



Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la la la la la!

Well, maybe not. The outer hallway is gone now, eliminated when we had the new living room built. Now the tinsel graces the ceiling of our living and dining rooms, and I think it looks much better there...especially with BLUE Christmas balls attached!

Incidentally, "Deck the Halls (with Boughs of Holly)" is not a Christmas song but rather a Welsh Yule song meant to be sung while decorating the house. Oh, well. Regardless of your spiritual or cultural leanings, it's the heart that counts, right? (Thought, whatever.)



You'd better watch out,
You'd better not cry,
You'd better not pout!
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Hanging the stockings was a bit of a problem this year. The old living/dining closet room was ringed by a traditional flanged plank for hanging pictures and things. There were plenty of hooks available for hanging stockings. Now those planks are gone, and the carpenter recommended that we not try to hang anything by putting nails or tacks into the plaster. Instead, I made good use of available resources. Whatever works, right?



It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go...

This year the light string didn't go in the east sliding-glass door because that door no longer exists. Instead, it went into the new bay window. It still can't be seen from the main street, but at least now it's in view of the neighbors. I think of it as spreading Christmas cheer, kind of like wassailing only different.



Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos...

Sorry, no chestnuts, and no fire. The temperature went up, and it rained yesterday, so no frost. The term "Eskimo" is wrong and actually insulting to the people who are more properly called "Inuit", but it's not cold enough for people to dress up like them, anyway. However, though my son isn't exactly a tot anymore (though he often acts like it), his eyes are definitely aglow after receiving this chocolate monstrosity from his grandparents!

Maybe we should sing "cuspids roasting on a sugar fire, plaque frost nipping at molars..."

Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright...

No pic needed here. It's late, it's dark, it's quiet, and it's time for Santa to go to work. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!