When I grew up, my parents had a Christmas tree farm, we played the Osmonds Christmas record non-stop, and we actually invited friends over to re-enact the whole Bethlehem thing. So what can I say, this is my time of year. And so far, so good: The house smells like a Christmas forest and I just found glitter on the kitchen counter.
We got our tree last night, poured a Lillet, and had a slow-cooked chicken dinner to celebrate. But best of all, I finished my advent calendar. My sister and I started these together last year, but I only made about half the felt ornaments. I took the whole ensemble with me to Ireland where I had visions of cutting felt by a turf fire. Of course, that never happened. But last night I made it across the finish line, so it's shaping up to be a good season.