What I am doing instead: taking naps while my wee CEO does the same, in lieu of posting here or wrapping that growing pile of Christmas gifts currently preventing me from entering my Monica closet. And by "wrapping" I mean "fumbling around with the Costco paper and wondering where I hid the gift labels". Praise the Lord and pass the (spiked) eggnog.
Here's the thing: Christmas in the Pretty family is a dual affair - we celebrate the religious event and the kiddo fun. While I un-ironically, 100% love all the festive design fun around Christmas, we're not into the department store display picture of perfection. We put up sentimental Christmas tree ornaments, usually chosen for the associated memory versus appearance, a motley crew of stockings, and a Christmas gnome (more on him below) - in addition to that half-nekkid tree I mentioned earlier.
That being said, I've genuinely enjoyed reading the domestic goddess, Martha-style blogger Christmas link-ups this week; one of my long-time favorites, Erin, is talking about holiday decor today, so I'm linking to her here and showing you more of our Pretty holiday getup. After all, every classic needs a good alternative counterpart; think of this as the design-impaired Festivus for the rest of us. Or something.
Christmas gnome included. Aw, yeah . . .
The gnome is a longtime Pretty holiday companion - the Anonymous Husband has thrown that Santa hat on each Christmas Day since we've been married - and we have a few other longstanding (FIVE WHOLE YEARS!) traditions at Pretty HQ as well.
Our swingin' remodeled 1960's ranch house has no fireplace, so our stockings are hung with care from . . . really random places:
|Santa visits high chairs too, right?|
|One of my schmoopier parenting moments was painting "Mom" on that stocking - *I'm* Mom now, awww . . .|
|Yep - we're those crazy people with stockings for the pets. Ho ho ho-w destined for "Hoarders" are we?|
And our half-nekkid tree with ornaments Martha might not approve, but they mean a bunch to us. On the subject of trees: they must be real, and smell delightful, and if I'm not vacuuming Douglas fir out of the baseboards six months later, I'm not happy. Ahem:
|Even the tree angel likes hitting the 'nog - or so it would appear.|
This being Austin, Texas, we add some local flavor to our festivities too:
We've incorporated some new traditions & decor this year. I talk a good game about Christmas being all about the baby Jesus and the children blah blah, but this being my first year hosting Christmas, I may secretly have made a panicked trip or two to Crate & Barrel recently:
|You know you're getting old when things like "investing in Christmas china" starts to make sense; I started my Spode collection this year, young (old) fogey that I am.|
|Waterford in the foreground, BOB stroller of awesome in the back.|
|Our new advent calendar - which I meant to fill with relevant Bible verses & accidentally filled with candy instead.|
|Hi, favorite bloggers whose cards are featured here! *waves*|
Last but not least, here's our new toddler nativity . . . not only has the baby Jesus repeatedly been replaced by various vehicles - a good step for NASCAR, perhaps a bad one for mankind - but today we found that the Biblical chronology had been re-arranged & the whole of them had been raptured - with the exception of the sheep (?):