If you know me, you know I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! I get as excited as a child for Christmas activities, decor, Christmas music, snow and anything Christmas. I am especially psyched this year because last year was difficult for me having to shuffle around and needing help to move at times. Although I am sore and a btt stiff as I write this, I am much better than last year and this gives me lots of reasons to celebrate the Birth of the Messiah! We already started our 25 days of Christmas- our version of the Advent calendar. We don't write these down before hand because really we make them up as we go or we always have an emergency and end up canceling something and doing two things at once. But at the end of the 25 days, we put all of our pics in a scrapbook that I hope to share with you after Christmas (if I remember).
I married Mr. Griswald himself and I love it!!! It was his idea to change the tree color scheme every year. This year we are going with my favorite, reds and gold. He went out and got red and white holly lights just for me;). The house is cozy and ready for Christmas. The weather is not so cozy. Why is it 65 degrees in December?
Inside, the kiddos have been busy making salt dough ornaments :
I subjected my poor kids and some friends to a scary Christmas puppet show as one of our Christmas activities. The kids actually didn't mind it but I could not stop my nervous laughter when I saw the face of some of those puppets. They are creepy looking:
Family members are getting lots of crochet from me and handmade gifts from fellow crafters. Here is one I have been working on. Again, I didn't use a pattern and I wish I had.
I am off to finish my crochet as I get flooded with sweet memories of my dear grandma at this time of the year. I miss you abuela and I know that one day I will see you again. Meanwhile, I will Sing Praise Adonai here on Earth as you do in heaven while I get ready for Christmas:
From the rising of the sun
'Til the end of every day
All the nations of the earth
All the angels and the saints
Sing Praise (Paul Baloche)