Green Christmas

As promised, I whipped up a wee baby hat since yesterday, because I didn't have enough other projects happening right now. It is extremely cute and way faster to make than the adult-sized ones I've been working on for 2 weeks, that's for sure.

See? Sometimes I finish something.

I've been halfheartedly Christmas shopping here and there. All year I think of cute/useful/fun gift ideas I could get the kids for Christmas, and then December arrives and I can't remember any of them. So David has 2 T-shirts with jokes on them, Rachel has a fancy water bottle, and Susie has a pretty loose-leaf binder. THAT'S IT. I know I probably should have picked things up all along, but I guess I was too busy buying yarn instead.

Even my own wishlist is fairly empty - the only thing on it is wool dryer balls, and Larry will be too scared to purchase those because they are laundry-related. Hoist by my own petard, I am.

But there's more to Christmas than presents, right? There's also decorating the house and making it look festive. Maybe I could start by getting rid of the Thanksgiving flowers:

Just noticed these sitting in our den today

Or I could leave them there and have a sort of Addams Family theme for our holidays. That's always a possibility.

There's also the Christmas baking to be done, but I'm waiting on that until week after next. David will be home then, and we can generally prevail on him to make us pecan sandies and other delectable holiday goodies. I mostly specialize in cranberry bread, myself.

In the meantime, we're actually expecting snow here tomorrow, but I'll believe that when I see it. It's gotten so that we don't even bother to hope for snow anymore until January -- not anything that sticks, anyway. "Wake me up if you see snowflakes," Susie ordered me, before she went to bed. "I don't want to miss it."

My poor child, growing up with no real snow...you know, as a child, I used to feel such pity when I saw those newspaper photos of kids from the South, out trying to make snowmen in a rare inch or so of snow. Now? We're living it. 2 inches? Time to sled! 3 inches? Snow forts!

Forget those displaced polar bears and rising sea levels - THIS will be the true calamity of global warming: a lost generation of children who don't know what real snow is. My grandchildren will watch "Frosty" and say, "Tell us about snowmen, Grandma - did they really talk?"

On the other hand, I don't really miss the shoveling, so I guess even climate change has its silver linings.

Wow, I went from knitted baby hats to climate change in one blog post - you folks certainly get your money's worth, I'll say that. Time to wrap this up before I cover even more scintillating and timely topics - also, it's past midnight and I have to get up early for yoga.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm going to stay up and knit some more hats. My yarn is calling me.