"I" and I did our early morning run around the yard. Miss Saturday was very cool to us. She seemed to spew a light mist in our direction. I am in hopes she is not planning to act up today. But I have a feeling she might. Saturday is many peoples favorite day. You think she would try to be nice.
In my living room stands a Masterpiece. Yesterday morning two Christmas Elf's came to our house. They had a small Elf with them. In lightening speed they assembled a Christmas Tree. They even brought along decorations. Whoop, Whoop. It is stunning.
For the last several years we have had a small fiber optic tree. I like it, so pretty the way the colors would change. But when Billie offered me this beautiful, tall tree I jumped at the chance. But I have no decorations," I cried. Never fear if you are one of Santa's helpers you just bring them along. The end result is so wonderful.
I sat most of the day after they left, just sitting in the recliner looking at it. To me it looked like one that had came straight from a magazine. And it is in our living room. Again I must say, "Whoop, Whoop." All of their hard work prompted The Emperor to out and put up the outside lights. They are beautiful too. It looks like Christmas has made it to our house.
I feel like a little kid, so excited over the lights. Maybe we do revert back to our childhood as we grow older. But I never want to lose the wonder, the excitement that having Christmas decorations bring. I remember as a kid how exciting it was when we put the tree up. Or Mom did. It was always a live tree and usually pretty scraggly. But I didn't know that back then, to me it was a beautiful work of art. We strung cranberries on string and popcorn for decorations. We also cut paper decorations from construction paper. Mom always made a outdoor scene on a mirror. Snow in a can and bluing for the sky. She also wrote Merry Christmas on the front door window in spray snow. She always found a way to decorate. Not much money to spend but we looked uptown for Ninth street.
I stood out in the street last night after it began to get dark The Emperor and I both admiring the lights together. Looking up into the sky I imagined our old house on Ninth street with the hand made wreath on the door. The bubble lights on the tree. I remember thinking when Mom bought the Bubble lights that it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Once they warmed up the liquid in the lights would start bubbling. i would sit and watch them for hours. They enchanted me. Just as my beautiful tree has enchanted me this year.
The two Elf's had names. Billie and Richard. The small Elf was called Ryan. They brought Christmas cheer to our house. They gave me pleasure. The Elf named Billie along with her brother Jeremy decorated their Dad's tree too. I wonder if many adult children realize as their parents grow older how much deeds like this are appreciateed. Sometimes just a little time to that older person is all they really want from you. So thanks Billie and Richard for a job well done.
I look around Blogland as I make my turn around. No Christmas lights here. That's a shame, maybe I can get the two elf's to come and hang a few. it wouldn't hurt to ask. I have a couple of Christmas bells I am ringing as I walk. I'm singing "Jingle Bells." I'm hurrying as I walk though. I'm anxious to see my tree. So I'm outta here.
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