Thursday, December 11, 2008
The Santa Claus in the bottom is from my parent's and he is now over 49 years old. Each year, the boys tell me that he smells old. They're right, but smelly old St. Nick and his cardboard chimney are my connection to the decorations that I grew up with.
This weekend, I have to get the village set up on my back porch. My parents have an elaborate village which they build on and we end up with the sub-division village, an eclectic mix of village buildings and people from both my parents and my husband's aunt.
Tea has a contest going and after going to her blog tonight, I realized that I hadn't entered yet, so here is a slice of what we have for decorations. (Are the cats under the tree considered decorative?)