October 15 the treadmill was moved to the corner and the decorating began.
My mom by love .. packed up her Dickens Christmas Village and it came to spend Christmas holidays at the bungalow.
Playing Sunday School Songs and other children's favorites have become most entertaining with necessary stops to view different aspects of the goings on of the village folk.
The village dogs receive countless encouragements to bark louder.
I am amazed at the imagination of a two year old.
The nativity scene gained the Inn this year.
The angel who merrily sings Away in the Manger . ..
as often as her head gets a bop . ..
has had her work cut out for her this season.
The fake snow .. .continues to fall onto the ground.
A wee finger here and there. .poking the horse to make him pull a bit harder . .
. .another week and a half and it will be all over.
My vacuum hose will be back to sucking up .. .
boring crumbs instead of a stray sparkle. . .
and the treadmill and I will become reacquainted once more.
Ah . .tomorrow. .the place we sit and nap before bedtime and then it's out the door.