You see the Bear and I have had a streak of pretty bad Christmas seasons over the past few years:
2006: Mom got diagnosed right before Christmas. Spent it in the hospital room.
2007: House got broken in to on Christmas day.
2008: Can't remember, but I think that's when our dog ran away for two weeks.
2009: Mom very, very sick and passes after New Years.
So, needless to say, some years it feels like quite a chore to get into the Christmas mood. But as we dragged out the boxes of decorations and started figuring out where to put everything in our new place, I could start to feel the season start to sneak in.
(The Christmas episode of Glee didn't hurt any, either)
While I'll be skipping It's a Wonderful Life this year, I feel like I can make it through the holidays better than I had feared.
Here's my Christmas pretty as a gift to you:
|We like candles, if you can't tell|
|We don't have a chimney, so we do what we can|
|Our crazy misc. collection of ornaments|