Getting ready . . . notice the shirt I pull out once a year . . .

Can’t believe how much I’ve morphed from the scrooge-like character of yesteryear who called “Bah humbug” to even a hint of holiday spirit. Something’s changed in me, so fundamentally, that during this darkest time of year my inner joy seems to be actually expanding.

Luckily we had to organize a party or I might have just lifted off!

6-9 p.m. Lots of egg nog and other stuff. Garden tours in the middle of winter with Christmas lights strung around the entire perimeter. What a concept!