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... of Christmas decorations

We are going to Boise for Christmas this year. Last year we stayed here because Abram was only a few weeks old and we got ourselves a real tree. It was the first real tree I've ever had. It smelled really good. So that was nice. The mess it created was not so nice. Our cat was also a little hard to control around it and I have a feeling that a cat and a one year old would be exponentially harder to control. So, needless to say, we are not having a tree this year. Not worth it.

So we only have a few Christmas things up, but it's enough to feel like Christmas really is on the verge.

We hung our stockings. Abram has his own with his name now. I also made some "bunting". I didn't know that's what little flags on a string were called until pinterest. Quinn told me the other day exactly what "hallelujah" means (after hearing a John Piper sermon, of course). It basically means "Come on! Let's worship the Lord!" Pretty cool. So I thought Quinn would appreciate some bunting that said "Hallelujah".


Hard to get in one picture and still read.

It really shouldn't have taken very long, except that I chose fabric that looked good together close up, but didn't contrast enough from far away. Even after stitching the letters on the machine with red thread, you couldn't really read it. So I hand embroidered with bright red around all the letters. Short, one nap project becomes longer, two nap project because Anaka didn't use her brain. I plead pregnancy brain.

We also have our nativity and advent candles set up. Last year, we were able to have them on a low table that was a bit more visible, but with very inquisitive little eyes and hands checking out everything they can, it needed to be higher this year.


So those are our decorations. Few, but intentional, and we like 'em! It's also getting colder here in Austin, so that's helping contribute to the Christmasy feeling. Abram and I went on a walk yesterday. We had to bundle up a bit and my nose was dripping like a faucet (from my old cold that I got over, gave to Quinn, and he gave back to me), but it was a nice chilly/sunny walk. And Abram got to wear his new shoes that we bought with birthday money from Uncle Joe and Aunt Shirley!

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good...
rest of your first week of December."

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