Christmas was a whirlwind this year.
Isn't it always?
This year was our turn to spend the holidays with J's family.
Since we stuck relatively close to home, I thought I would put up a few decorations.
I even decorated the farm office for once.
And that's when I found out my husband was a closet Clark Griswold.
10 foot ceilings + 12 foot tree = not happening.
But thanks to a handsaw, a step ladder and some extra-long grilling tongs to reach ornaments on top ... we got the tree trimmed and decorated.
(Pay no attention to the floor. It's a farm office. There is no hope.)
The decorations are a tad guido for a farm, I know.
But that's how we roll.
Add in scented candles in every room and Christmas music blaring 24/7 and it definitely sucked all of the testosterone out of the building.
Woodrow was not impressed.
He just wanted out.
And of course I had to host a Christmas dinner party for friends as an excuse to get my holiday dishes out.
(As soon as I find my silly camera, I will post actual pics from the dinner)
But until then, Merry Christmas and happy 2012!