Three or four years ago, beginning the weekend after Thanksgiving, I started reading through The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I have fond, though faded, memories of watching the Mr. Magoo cartoon version as a child. Last year I read it out loud to my husband at meal times on the weekends, one stave per weekend. We are repeating that tradition this year and find it to be a enjoyable and thoughtful part of the season.
Our little tree is up, though it owes being decorated to my husband. I just didn't have the enthusiasm for it this year. I placed the ornaments on their hooks, and he put them on the tree, and it was a little task made pleasant by his company.
The creche is arranged on our new fireplace mantle, and it was a lovely surprise to see how the colors in the creche matched the colors in the new fireplace.
All that is left of the decorating is adding our bit of lights to the front porch. Sending out the Christmas cards, wrapping packages, and holiday baking should finish up the preparations.
Family will gather together, and I am anticipating a time of lots of laughter, bustle, and love. Afterwards I may curl up in a comfortable place somewhere with maybe a book, some knitting, or a movie and enjoy a bit of solitude.
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