Household bits of Holiday Cheer

Here are a few pictures I took from around the house. We haven't decorated very much at this point, but we do have a few festive touches around the house.

A wreath to welcome you when you come in..... we're hospitable around here.

A few cards on the sill. Some people like us. Hooray!

We even have a little Pere Noel in the bathroom. He smells good.

This guy's so cute. Look at the way he is smiling, even though part of his nose is missing and pretty soon we are going to light his head on fire.

This is how our tree was for a few days. We didn't get to decorating.

Notice how I changed the lighting for the effect, so the second one looks all soft and dreamy. Yeah that's what you are supposed to do for make over pictures.... make sure the first one looks as unflattering as possible. And then enhance the second one with what ever artificial methods you can. Actually our tree does look nice, soft lighting or not. I like it.

Merry Christmas All!!

cold night warm glow

Almost bedtime here, sniffling, sneezy head, I need to rest kind of night.
Today was sunny outside, it's been colder these days, and some days pretty foggy. No snow but definately winter.
It's nice and cozy inside though. We just put up our Christmas tree the other day. No decorations on it yet, only white lights. That's almost enough in itself, it makes a warm glow.
Ah yes, I love Christmas.

Mildred Madalyn Johnson by Fernando Ortega

Mildred Madalyn Johnson
Born in the autumn of nineteen hundred sixteen

A shy, pretty girl from East Texas
Religious and restless
Humble and kind as a person could be

She loved to sing in the choir
Loud and inspired
Her head tilted down, keeping time.

And tell stories with friends after supper
ignoring the hour
a calico cat fast asleep at her side.

And she loved to drive
her big red car
though she couldn't see over
the hood very far
She'd back out the driveway
And point that thing down the road.
We'd say, Oh there she goes.

Her hair was silver and messy
She walked in a hurry
Worried about wasting the day.

Some nights she sat at her dresser
composing long letters
Falling asleep with a pen in her hand.

And she loved to drive
her big red car
A scarf round her shoulders
Her foot to the floor
Down to the grocery
She'd wave good-bye
And we'd pray
Lord, bring her back safe.

Mildred Madalyn Johnson
Marvelous woman
I was so lucky
To call her my friend.

2004 Cerdo Verde Music