I'd like to take a moment to wish you all a Merry Christmas. I don't know about this recent trend of just by-passing that for the more generic "Happy Holidays." Oh, I know why it's done. Political Correctness has eroded many traditions of my childhood, but this is one I'm gonna hang on to.
So, again I say Merry Christmas. And by that I don't mean that you have to give up on your holiday traditions, and I'm not trying to slight you in any way. I'm basically trying to say that I wish you and yours a peaceful and safe season full of merriment with the ones you love. In whatever way you choose to observe.
This is our first Christmas at the new house. We have a fireplace. And a pine tree outside. And stockings hung by the chimney with care. I'm so totally jazzed for our Christmas that I can barely stand it. Here's a shot of the homefront last night as the snow was falling. We went uber minimalist on the lights this year. Next year, we're going to just hang C-9's. But I thought the C-7's on the tree out front were a nice touch.
Posting will probably be sporadic at best for the next couple of weeks. Next week we're heading to Indy to have some family time with Nancy's cousin. We'll be debuting "Nashdance," too. I think Nash and Christi will really dig it.
It's funny. No, it's really funny. Darrin and Maryann were over this weekend and I subjected them to it and they laughed (so either they were being polite or it was actually funny. I'm gonna go with the first option-I think Darrin snorted at one point). We also had some of the best Pizza in Columbus and got some good news from them and finished up the night with some hilarious rounds of Riff and SceneIt. It was a great Saturday evening with friends.
So, um. Yeah. Good times, good times.
And if I didn't say it before-Have a Merry Christmas.
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