Sweet Scotty found enough Christmas spirit in his heart this year to actually hang a few lights outside.  I think that it had a lot to do with the 70 degree days that we experienced this weekend.

Imagine my surprise when I walked outside to discover A on the roof with him.  My heart skipped a beat or two.  Then I remembered that this is super-de-duper cautious Andrew that we are talking about.  Scott told me later that he asked, "Did mom say this is okay?"

 I even agreed to let the tacky candy cane lights be added to this year's outside decor.  (I am letting go people!)

 She worked super hard to untangle them only to discover that they didn't work.

Bummer.  We had to throw them in the garbage.

I painted this Baby Jesus (and Mary and Joseph) 13 years ago.  I was only a kid.  Every year I consider painting them solid white, but I just can't seem to do it.  They remind me of that young, newly married woman who was struggling.  

Here is my contribution to the Christmas decorating...

It is starting to look and feel (minus the weather) a lot like Christmas.