We put up the tree and much of the decor for the season today.
Toots was a good helper, even with her snoggy nose and chesty cough.
Mr. Cynic helped pull stuff from the attic.
Once all the ornaments are on, who can tell anyway, right? There’s a real piney wreath on the door and when the morning sun shines on it, the scent fills the house when we open the door. Smells like Christmas without sending certain sinuses in the house into misery.
In other seasonal joy, Mr. Cynic’s high school competitive Jazz Choir and the other musical groups, had their Winter Concert on Thursday night. Here’s a little taste via 1 min cellphone video.
My son is the pipsqueak on the right, wiggling to the beat.