Christmastime, folks! I coerced Erik into helping, and some decorating got done. Wooohooo! I love it, this season to whirl magical Christmas touches into every corner of one's dwelling. Then we began to plan the outer decor, with one, sad little string of lights. I don't know if everything else we had burned out, or just what the heck.

Somewhat defeated, I leaned over the great red and green Rubbermaid Holder of Many Wonders, waded through the pew bows from our wedding, these cute little angels that clip onto lights to enhance the glow, and lifted up a box, which has to be older than my own mother, and as I picked it up, I heard the pieces shaking inside. My heart trembled. Grandma's Santa and Mrs. Claus salt and pepper shakers. They have to be as old as the hills. Just HOW BROKEN ARE WE TALKING HERE? I opened the box, and only Santa's face was knocked out. Sometime during the course of the off-season, he must REALLY have ticked Mrs. Claus off.

So, after the initial, "How-am-I-going-to-fix-this-I-remember-these-figurines-from-when-I-was-a-teeny-little-girl," away we went to Hobby Lobby to get Krazy Glue. And of course came away with six boxes of lights. And more Christmas stockings, because I'm on a mission.