Well, I think I've about finished decorating for Christmas. All except for the front door. Cannot for the life of me figure out where the little doo-dad is that I hung on the door last year. Hmmmm. Gremlins again? Maybe that's what the cute little welcome sign was for! But it looks so great where it is now, I don't have the heart to move it. Maybe another trip up the attic steps or better yet . . . a trip to the thrift stores in search of something "new"!.
My beloved stuffed Santa has a new place of honor this year. He is standing proudly in the entry way on the bench that my Junque Syster, Sharron so graciously presented to my wonderful husband on a recent furniture exchange expedition. I've had Santa since I was three years old - back in the day when the pictures were black and white and the tree was silver tinsel sitting on a rotating base being illuminated by a little gizmo that had multi colored gels on a rotating disk and as the tree rotated on its base, the gizmo projected colors of red, green, blue and yellow on the tree. No need for lights. The reflection of the colored gels on the silver tinsel tree and glass ornaments provided a light show that I don't think Disney himself could duplicate. Of course, those are the memories from loooooong ago. If I were to take a trip with the ghost of Christmas past, I'd probably see something totally different through my - uhm - vintage eyes.