
We actually started decorating the house early enough this year, but definitely after Thanksgiving. Joel and I both refuse to start any earlier, because if you only get the “Christmas Experience” one month each year
(Jesus experience year-round not included) then you treasure the season that much more. Our weird 70’s fireplace leaves us without a mantel, so we hang the stockings that Grandma made us at the top. The open space in the main room is perfect for the tree, complete with outlets at the base of the columns. We went to Moore’s Tree Farm,
where you can show up, pick a tree, cut down your tree, and stick your money in a box on the honor system. Though, we couldn’t find the money box this year, so Joel called the help number and the guy was there in one minute with his trusty golden retriever. Joel picked out the perfect size tree, and it barely fit all of our ornaments.Chris & Carrie had a tacky sweater Christmas party, so Joel and Grandma puff-painted a sweatshirt for him and I found my old reindeer sweater in the closet at my parents. Considering I still had plenty of room in the fifteen year old sweatshirt, what does that tell you about fashion in the 90’s? There was tasty food and cute decorations, and we had a great time visiting. Joel, Terrence and Aubrie won the prizes for best sweater since theirs was homemade, but Carrie had an embroidered vest that was a close second!
Christmas at the Farm is an annual tradition at my parent’s house, just a group of friends that get together every year for a couple of hours. They all feel like family to me! I’d get in lots of trouble if I put pictures of the people who went, but I’ll include some that don’t mind!
The night of Christmas Eve, after Joel and I lit the advent candle and played Joseph and Mary at church (with a doll for Jesus…yet I had two little old ladies come up to me afterwards and almost tell me how cute our baby was before they realized it was fake. Never mind I casually laid it on the pew with no blanket and ignored it the remainder of the service…) we headed to his parent’s house. On the way we drove past the gingerbread house, which had more going on than I thought possible. Fireworks, rides, lights, music, the works. Cars lined both sides of the highway for what seemed like miles.
When we walked in the door that night, the plastic pieces of a little yellow and red car lied strewn on the carpet of the no-no room.
It was definitely a group effort to pop that thing together!
Christmas morning started off with a couple in their aprons, which turned into everyone with their aprons!
Once Jaimee and Charlie brought Cole over, the plastic puzzle got some use, as well as the hopscotch rug that Grandma tried out.
Presents and paper flew across the room, pickles abounded, and socks ended up on ears.
No, we hadn’t started in on the eggnog yet.
















