It's beginning to look a lot like . . .

It's December, and we've broken out all the greenery. Boogaloo is just old enough to take interest in Christmas decorations, even though she's not really old enough to help me put them up. She says "Chirshmas Tee" wherever there is decorated greenery, and she is thoroughly fascinated by one tiny little carousel horse ornament from my childhood. But she leaves the lights alone. She's a smart girl.

The following pictures are mostly for Seth. I realize that most of the people who read my blog don't really care what my Christmas decorations look like, but I'd like Seth to have something to picture in his mind when he thinks of home. That book on the corner of the table is called Famous Friesians in America. For an ethnicity that no one's ever heard of, there have been a lot of famous Friesians.

In past years, we've hung the garlands from the walls, but this year I set myself the challenge of getting all the decorations up without putting any staples in our plaster, so the furniture got covered instead. I'm particularly proud of this little innovation -- neither staples nor tape. I felt vaguely Narnian while I was wrapping up the lamppost. I wonder if the Narnians decorated their lamppost in later years.

Due to the small size of our livingroom, we usually refrain from getting a Christmas tree, but this year we thought it was worth it. It's a tradition in my family to put white lights in the middle and colored lights on the outside to fully illuminate the tree. As you can see, it works pretty well. The tree lights up this whole half of the room.

I meant to post pictures of Annika playing in last month's snow, but Blogger says it can't right now, so rather that stay up till all hours, I'll leave that for another day.

Goodnight, all. God bless.