Ok, so I missed posting a home tour before Christmas; it's still December, and, New Year's Eve is just around the corner, so, technically, it's still the holidays, which, means it's really not too late.
(Jebus Cripes, Chelle; run on, sentence, run on!)
I never got around to photographing the house specifically for a tour, so, this post will be a combination of photos taken at random times rather than a cohesive set of photos, so, expect snow and no snow. Lights and no lights. Good lighting and piss-poor lighting. You get the picture; it won't be pretty, but it will be authentic.
So, without further adieu, I bring you the Griswold family Christmas tour; drumroll, please.
We'll start in the front yard, where three reindeer, three Wise Men, a camel, a shepherd, two sheep, a North Pole sign, six giant light bulbs, two large candles, and a giant vintage Santa head have joined the blow mold ranks, along with an amazing, stable, built to scale by the handiest husband in the county.
On the porch, we added three choir singers, a stack of packages, and a small nutcracker soldier to the blow mold collection and swapped fresh cedar for the usual artificial garland, as well as using more colored lights than in years past, specifically because they look better with the blow molds.
Christmas 2020 will go down in history for a lot of things; being the Year of the Blow Mold is perhaps the most positive. Just roll with it.
Nothing really changed that much in the house this year; we still have the Dicken's village on the entertainment center, a tree decked out in traditional Christmas plaid, a mantel decorated with garland, lights, and stockings, and the usual host of characters scattered around the house.
I did change all of the beds in the house into holiday linens,tossed on some holiday pillows, and strung garland across each headboard, but, never drummed up the energy to take pictures of it, so; you'll have to trust me when I say it was totally Pinterest-worthy (lies).
All things considered, I did a pretty good job of decking the halls this year. Of course, now I must face taking it all down and storing it away. Ordinarily, this would bring me a great deal of angst, but, this year I am bribing the Man-Cub and his girlfriend to do the majority of it for me (mainly, climbing the ladders and hauling the boxes and totes), so, I am feeling 99.99% less dread!
I could get behind that as a tradition. Just saying.