I've decided to focus this post on the 12 hours of Christmas as opposed to the 12 days of Christmas or the month of December which has been pretty much blog-post free.
I've been working for the last several weeks, which had kept me from a lot of things, many Christmas related. That said I still managed to make it to Santacon, a wrap party, farmers' markets and a local crafts market as well as the inaugural SDSA South Holiday Cocktail party which I sort of organized to a certain extent. But those may or may not be posts to come.
Christmas Eve ended up being a very stressful crazy day, which I pretty much saw coming, so I was able to mostly prepare for it and weather the storm, as it were. But that is really a whole other blog-post.
We don't have room for a Christmas tree and honestly, our new pup might find the lower reaches of ornaments and limbs to be a puppy play mobile. Add to that, the time and effort that decorating and then un-decorating would entail. So we decided to forgo a regular tree. I did however find a very fun spiral tree of lights that would make for a worthy stand in.
The tree really wasn't meant for ornaments but the Lederhosen Unicorn sort seemed fitting.
The stockings weren't hung from the mantle with care or without, but rather with great endeavor we hung our stockings on the bookshelf. Skye actually ended up with two because Cindy, I mean Mrs. Claus had stuffed the first one to capacity before Santa came along.
Besides my last job which certainly was taking up the lion's share of my time, we have been shopping around for a place to live.
We started looking around for something to purchase before deciding it would make more sense to rent.
So we looked for rentals.
Until it made more sense to buy.
Finally we found a place, put an offer on it, got the offer accepted and then couldn't get financed because of a short sale and our aberrant work situation which is an industry norm and thereby finance-able in California but not so much in Georgia.
Apparently the mortgage brokers here aren't up to speed on the whole Hollywood of the South, Atlwood thing.
This ended up being a blessing in disguise.
We finally realized that it made the most sense to figure out how to stay where we were.
We loved the location. The price is right.
And we wouldn't have to move again; something none of us was looking forward to.
This decision would allow for me to get back into home-school dad mode as well as finishing up my personal trainer certification program and my other "trades" and "hobbies".
And Cindy could be choosier about what job she would take.
It took a lot of pressure off of a rather pressured situation.
All of us got more and better gifts than in years past.
And this was after we all agreed that the new puppy was the big present. And that because of our lack of space and such we really didn't want more stuff.
We went against these conventions and bought one another things we all really liked, wanted and could use.
Even my mom, who often misses the mark as well meaning as she is, hit it out of the park.
Besides our individual gifts we pulled in a good cache of mustards, salts, hot cocoas and more chocolates than we really needed.
I have a really bad habit of buying myself Christmas presents and then gifting them to myself via the family pets. This year would prove to be no different however because of the adult nature of the gifts and the very newness of Prince and that he's really Skye's dog and she wouldn't condone such shenanigans, I left the present giver anonymous by way of a bunch of question marks.
And while one of the things on my Christmas wish list, a set of wash-board abs was somehow misinterpreted to be a 12-pack of "lbs".