For unto me a child is born


Question….. When is Christmas music annoying


Answer……. When a young married girl  is in labor waiting for a surprise Christmas Eve delivery

and the  Christmas tunes are being played over and over

the hospital’s sound system.    





Yep….  I was  waiting and waiting on my firstborn sweet baby girl that seemed

reluctant to join the outside world.


Anticipation, Anxiousness, concern,  apprehension, nervousness, unease…..

all these emotions …………..with Frosty the snowman, winter wonderland, Jingle bells and

every Christmas song you can think of in the background.

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As December 23 ended and Christmas Eve arrived, my baby girl said OK…. think I will join the party.


Now with my baby in my arms, I didn’t mind hearing “JOY TO THE WORLD.”



I had picked out her name months ago, before I knew she would be a Christmas Eve baby.


I had read the name in ACTS. 8.

Her name is Candace.   Of course that got shorten to Candy.

She is my Christmas candy.




Sweet lullaby’s on Christmas to my newborn baby.


Happy Birthday sweet girl… Mom was so proud of her baby girl and

now the awesome woman you have become.

As sweet as my Christmas story is to me,



Mary, your story is the sweetest and greatest Christmas story a mother could tell

in the history of time.




And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth into Judea

unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

to be taxed with Mary his exposed wife, being great with child.

And so it was, while they were there, the days were accomplished

that she should be delivered.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes

and laid him in a manger;because there was no room for them in the inn.



Merry Christmas!





















Christmas decorating competition

Our little town has a fierce Christmas

decorating competition every year.



No one is forced to enter, but if decorating is in your blood and you have an ounce of competiveness

you’re there……………….… Know what I mean???




Sometimes, I contemplate  the idea of not entering the contest …………..…. for 5 seconds.

I know I’m going to decorate anyway and my ounce of competitiveness kicks in and there I am ….

win or lose……. I’m in and have been in for 20 years.



There have been times, I put my heart and soul in and came away with nothing. And there have been times

when I was truly surprised to get a number in my yard.



The numbers, 1, 2 or 3  in the yard give you bragging rights for the Christmas season.

No prizes are given……nothing but a number in your yard…. and yet that seems to be enough to bring

out the competitive nature in a lot of us home owners


The competition deadline pushes me to get it finished in early December.


And that’s good….  I may do and redo the greenery, ribbons and yard accessory arrangements, dozens of times

before the judging date…..  but once the date arrives I know I’m finished… 




If the weather is warm, I may have to replace the live greenery to keep it nice through Christmas.

But it is a good feeling when it’s done and I can breathe.

Win or lose it’s over for the year.




Every year I want a fresh idea even if I had a successful entry the previous year with a win. … I want something new.

There are certain elements and colors,that I have learned compliment the house,

so I stick with the basics and work from there.






Years ago, I turned the house into a gingerbread house….

There were giant candy canes made out of water pipes adorning each side of the door

And giant lollipops sticking out of the ground.. I thought it was soooooooo cute. (sorry no picture)

Did it get me anywhere in the competition??? nope not at all.  The children and I enjoyed it… so that’s something.

This year, the second week in December was the judging date.  We had several days of continuous rainy, cold weather.




And because my dad, has been in the hospital in a town an hour away, my usual numerous days……. yes I said days……. of decorating outside were limited.

That’s probably a good thing. Sometimes I redo, when I need to just walk away.









On the night of the2013  judging, we took a quick look and made sure all the lights were working and waited inside…..

and the anxiousness begins.

Will it be my year or not?






2013 is my year…




The doorbell rings, I peek out the window, I see a sign going up in the year……..YAY


The judges are at the door and I try to be as composed as possible, but my excitement is showing tremendously.




I know I am a winner……… because the judges are at my front door………I am winner……..I’m a winner

I’m a winner, I want to scream.

But I don’t scream. However, the emotions, that have been so close to the surface, spill over and tears trickled down my face.

For this moment, I am smiled down upon and savor the news that I will have a number in the yard for all to see.

My expressions of the season’s spirit has been judged and rated number…………….












2013 is quickly going to end. Our family, as many families, has had their share of troubles.

We are optimistically looking forward to 2014

And as small as it may sound, a number in the yard, made the season just a little brighter.

Merry Christmas..


Tell me what has made this Christmas a little brighter for you????




English Supper

The colorful plaid in my Christmas decorating scheme

this year was an inspiration for a English/ Welch

supper menu.


Mr. Finely Done will have to go a long way to top his recent culinary skills that

produced a masterpiece meal from beginning to end.

Celebrating the season with a couple of friends, he volunteered to plan the menu

……….. and be the chef for the sumptuous meal.

Not only did he succeed, but he succeeded superbly.



Standing rib roast

Tugboat turnips

Roasted Brussels spout

Roasted garlic potatoes

Yorkshire pudding

Apple crumb pie a la mod

wine and coffee












Turnips and Carrots cooking for tugboat turnips.




Before the meal…… we sung a verse of “God rest ye merry gentlemen.”


Look at this party-on-a-plate






Each of us had an Christmas cracker….. inside was a party hat, joke and surprise.


British Joke…….

“What kind of ears does an engine have?”


Give up? Are you ready for the answer?






Nothing says party like paper hats.


After supper we gathered around the piano and sang Christmas Carols




An evening with a theme……What fun!


Well, I best be off now, Cheerio….. goodbye