On The Third Day Of Christmas . . . .

Welcome to the 3rd Day of Christmas.
It's just past midnight, and a
freezing rain is turning Wednesday's snowfall into
a horrible, terrible, no-good, really bad slush.

But inside That Old House, all is Christmas.

In the sunroom, the big Fraser Fir holds court,

while rain pelts the windows.

Good News:  No more leaking from the sunroom ceiling.

Thank you, roofer dudes!

On the other side of That Old House, in the Parlor,

if one tall lanky tree in the corner is good . . .

. . . surely two are better!

This Christmas, something new.

At daughter Anne's suggestion, we went all decorator-y,

and did these twin trees in soft whites, golds, and creamy colors.

Yes, it's unusually restrained for Christmas at That Old House!

Below, the 2012 Waterford Ornament, a crystal tree.
Thank you, Howard.  

Michaels had these bunches of crazy glittery twirly branches.

We got them in gold and silver, and tucked them
amongst the branches to give a little Dr. Suess-style wackiness
to all the soft colors and shapes.

That's a little felt infant slipper that my mother

stitched and embroidered for me, several centuries ago.

And now, bedtime.

Daughter Alida and son-in-law Josh arrive Thursday

from Los Angeles, so I need to be up bright and early and

change the cool cotton guest room sheets to warm, cozy flannel,
so our California guests won't freeze during our New Jersey nights.

Hey! Guess who's in that big golden ball, below,

snapping a picture?  Why goodness gracious, it's me.

Okay, clearly I'm getting punchy.  Good night, my friends.

There are more trees to come, with 9 more days of Christmas!

-- Cass