Every year I have a moment of utter, sheer panic as the 25th of December approaches and I think of all the things that I have to do and the short period of time I have to get it all done and then I do the math and circuits start firing in my brain. And then, somehow, everything comes together.
This year, LAM decided to help decorate the tree, which was a first. Among his contributions was a pair of angry looking chipmunks that he hung to look like they were plotting the quick exit of all this junk hanging in their home. They weren't successful.
Stockings were hung, the fireplace blazed, we were surrounded by family and a good time was had by all. My uber-picky nephew even asked for a third helping of beef tenderloin with gorgonola sauce, so I'm guessing the meal was a hit.
Santa was very clever this year and I found this little guy in my stocking. This will be one that I don't think I can bear to pack away, so I just might have to find him a permanent home where I can enjoy him all year.
In keeping with the fox hunting theme, Santa is also working on a new piece similar to the one pictured above. I can't wait to see it.
Based on a conversation with LAM about wonderful things coming in orange boxes, it seems that Santa also had some equestrian help this year as depicted by this charming Alice Charbin drawing for Hermes.
And of course, one can never, ever go wrong with an orange box.
In my stocking was another lovely little item in a blue box, that sadly did not fit...
So now I have to find a replacement, which really is not a tragedy at all...
Perhaps the Kelly bracelet?
Or the Cartouche bracelet?
Or perhaps the T Anthony Dressage tote, which could be a perfect work bag?