Christmas 🎄 Traditionally Speaking

Midnight Mass? Check

Lots of yummy food? Check

Happiest of Happy’s? Check

What about Decor? What of fun unique traditions? ***see below***

Peppermint Mochas & Hot Cocoa

Furniture Rearranged for guests & tree 🌲
Three Wise Dudes
Stockings hung by chimney
Quirky Party Game—involves Princess Peppermint
Heirloom Decor positioned—Just So
One tired puppy 🐶
Best Extended Party Game Ever 😎

The Official Rules Set Forth
Last year vs. Current year
Black Friday Spots Scoped Out Prior to Turkey Day 🦃 🎁

Tree 🌲 Up —- 1st Present 🎁
Holiday Letter Writing ✍️ Campaign Supplies 😉 😎 😊

The Eyes Have It…

Another successful procedure. That is what the Doctor had said. But Anna knew that wasn’t true. There had been a glitch. A moment when the power surged. The instruments should have spiked, recording the incident, but it was too brief for even the machines to detect. But Anna knew.
Her recovery that afternoon went just as the Doctor’s staff said it would. With sedatives in full effect by the time they’d driven home, she’d slept hard. Only waking to take her next dose of meds, she could barely open her eyes enough to sip the water her husband offered. As evening approached she began to stir. She could hear her children quarreling quietly in the next room, trying hard not to wake her, but emphatically decrying some injustice done to them by the other. Then her husband’s soft yet stern whispers for them to “knock it off, or else” brought a smile to her face. He wasn’t exactly the most stern of the two of them, but she had to give him credit for trying. It was time for her to move from the cocoon of the bedroom and make an appearance. Having worn glasses since she was a child she was giddy at the thought of seeing life without either contacts or glasses! Or perhaps that giddy feeling was still the sedative wearing off, she thought.
Slowly she made her way to the dresser to take a look at herself in the mirror that hung above. The oversized sleeping goggles the Eye Center had sent home did a great job of protecting her peepers while she’d slept, but left plenty to be desired in the world of modern eye fashion. Just as she turned from her sleepy-eyed reflection, she saw it; a shimmering haze outlined her body. She blinked cautiously a few times, not wanting to upset the fresh stitches on her eyes, but the outline remained.
Surely this is part of the recovery process, she thought, and stepped away from the mirror. Hadn’t she read something in all the paperwork she’d signed about possible floating, sparkling specks clouding her vision temporarily? No reason a shimmering haze surrounding you should be of any concern, right? Besides, she thought, it’s probably time for another dose of something or other, and I’m also starving. Food should do the trick…