This is the wreath at our front door, which I decorated myself (as if you couldn't already tell).
Some of you may remember the trials and travails of schlepping her here from New Jersey. Well, as you can see, she made it and is in great form.
She is festooned in red bows, candy canes and Christmas ornaments of the Twelve Days of Christmas - minus one or two that have gotten "misplaced" in the move.
We have purchased a proper Christmas Tree - a Frasier Fir - which has lovely blue highlights - and is sitting in some water in the sun room, breathing and expanding her branches.
Tomorrow night, I'll go out and put on the lights and let her sit for another night to get used to her new home.
Then, on Christmas Eve, she'll be fully dressed in ornaments and garland and memories and melancholia of Christmases past and hopes for future Christmases filled with hope and joy which will make future memories.
She takes her work rather seriously, Ms. CoCo does, never leaving her post unless to bark at a boat going by the house and out into the bay.
She can hear them more clearly these days, by the "crunch-crunch-crunch" of the boat breaking through the very thin icy covering of the water.
Oh, she may run to get a quick drink of water from her bowl, and perhaps take a potty break or two, but for the most part, she is persistent and vigilant.
Father Christmas will make his appearance on December 24th. Sleep well and rest assured that Ms. CoCo is on guard duty.
Right now, I'm "stirring up" for Christmas - which I suppose is appropriate on the night before "Stir up Sunday." So, as I take my leave to be covered with flour and sugar, cranberries and pistachios, let us pray:
Stir up your power, O Lord, and with great might come among us; and, because we are sorely hindered by our sins, let your bountiful grace and mercy speedily help and deliver us; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with you and the Holy Spirit, be honor and glory, now and for ever. Amen.Off I go then.
We'll talk tomorrow about some things that have been stewing in my head and pondering in my heart about Mary and women in the church.
I feel a rant coming on.
What? Did you think all this house decorating would turn me all gushing and mushy and nostalgic?
Not on your life!
I'm just starting to get all stirred up.
You have been duly warned.