#dontjudgeJesusdoesntlikeit
I have fully decorated my house for Christmas .... an entire week before Thanksgiving.
Don't send me hate mail ... don't egg my house ... & for heaven's sake, don't put me on the naughty list!
Neither Mister or I work on Fridays & this past Friday was declared the day to deck our halls. And y'all, they have been thoroughly decked!
Mister is in charge of outside décor. I leave it all up to him, because Clark Griswold does NOT need me all up in his grill trying to dictate where spotlights need to be placed. Do you think Mrs. Beethoven tried to tell Wolfie how to play the piano??? When someone is in their spiritual gifting, you let them be. And Mister is spiritually gifted in exterior illumination.
So, while cords were being extended & lights were being strung outside ... I popped in my Les Miserable dvd {nothing says "Happy Birthday, Jesus!" like the French Revolution & prostitution} & I had all sorts of fun on the inside ...
2 trees ...
1 mantle ...
a nativity ...
& an asundry of zushing later we were all decorated!
Now, rumor has it there is nothing that will make you want to break out in a moving rendition of "Mary Did You Know" than plugging in your Christmas lights & having them all work ... However, I wouldn't know, because IT. HAS. NEVER. HAPPENED! I swear, it's like the Grinch himself sneaks into my attic mid-June & tampers with my strands of lights! Never fails! Bless!
After tugging & twisting & a trip to Michael's to just buy new lights to put over the dead lights ... all is well ... peace on Earth, goodwill toward men!














































