I love Christmas Eve! Santa brought us a contract on our beach-house-not-on-the-beach, so we’ll be busy packing things up there in January. For now, we’ll snuggle here in Charlotte by the fire and try to figure out where we’re going to put that stuff.
Miss Piggy and I found a discarded Christmas tree on our walk yesterday, so we’ve decked our boughs of holly with some Fraser fir branches. It looks and smells quite Christmasy around here. I’ve been baking, so Miss P has been vacuuming as I worked.
Our holiday spirit is in full bloom. In fact, Dearly Beloved decided not to even chase the squirrel off the bird feeder when he looked out and saw the little bastard stuffing his cheeks.
What’s NOT in full bloom is my Christmas cactus.
Not a single flower! I was going to blame global warming until my Master Gardening friend, Dirtworm, sent me a photo of hers. Ms. Over-Achiever somehow managed to have two different colors flowering on one plant. The Master’s touch:
Dear friends, I hope YOUR holidays are merry and bright!