I've been a busy Dr's wife this week friends. It's Christmas at Morningwood Manor and I am exhausted from decking the halls—the halls, the drawing room, the dining room, the library, the music room, the breakfast room, etc. Why, I've lost count how many times I have face-planted onto my vintage Chippendale fainting couch from sheer exhaustion just watching the hired help getting the place dolled up. They more than earned that $5 and free ride back to the Home Depot parking lot I tell you.
All joking aside folks—it's been a lot of work, but it's been great to finally be decorating our home—not a temporary rented space—but our "this-is-it-til-they-roll-us-out-on-a-gurney" home. We even had the chimney swept (oh, can we NOT go there? thank you) and have been enjoying evenings by the fire, and we've discovered that this is really what Christmas is all about—not the over-commercialized, consumer driven juggernaut or even the simple message of a child born to redeem the human race. No, Christmas is about decorating your house til it looks like something out of Southern Living, plugging it all in, pouring a drink and then watching it blink. Cheers!
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