To Houston.
Right before Christmas.
No.
Those are the answers, but perhaps you want the questions that I answer anytime I'm in a group of casual acquaintances lately?
"You're moving?"
"Where?"
"When?"
"So are you putting up a Christmas tree?"
So here we are again, yet another year without a Christmas tree. In that linked post, I admit to and explain the other three years that we've committed this heresy, two of which happened in the last five years.
Again, this year we have a good reason. We are moving -- I mean really packing up and moving far far away -- on December 23. We'll spend Christmas with my in-laws in Virginia, and then head on down to Texas.
A week or so ago, the complete lack of Christmas began to bug me, so I dug out our stockings and lighted garland (and tiny wreath where we usually hang a bigger live one). It's not a tree, but it's not so bad either, right?
2 comments:
I am glad you put something up! Have a wonderful week! I hope we get to see you on the way.
You're better than me. If I were moving before Christmas, I'm pretty sure there would be no Christmas decorations up!
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