While I'm dying to write a post about the Christmas decorations in the yard right across the street from me, I'll play nice.
Not one word about the flashing mailbox with the letter that goes in and out (rather like Gus) or the light up ferris wheel with different stuffed animals in every seat, nor will anything about the musical Christmas trees pass these lips, the deer, the train, the penguins, the ginormous blow up Frosty the snowman with a snow globe of Santa and the North Pole in his stomach, you'll never hear a peep from me on these subjects.
As I was in the middle of the merriment, madly snapping photos for Instagram, tripping over extension cords and cables, one of the children asked me which one was my favorite. This gave me pause. She said she liked the train the best, it's so colorful. And then they were swaying and dancing to the music.
I put my phone away, danced with them for a minute and went home.
They're not doing this to drive me crazy. They're doing it for the children. I like it better already.
It's only for a month.
And Thanksgiving you ask me? It was just lovely.
When a front door is opened by a sari wearing hostess, I'm happy.
What a treat to graze at an extensive buffet neither prepared by nor cleaned up by me. I adore being a guest.
Anytime you need a chair filled and a side dish give me a holler.
I could bring the Brussel sprouts.
I have a co-worker who does not enjoy sweet and savory combined. At least she didn't until she ate these. Highest recommendation I can offer.
But don't take her word for it.Give me a holler :-)