It would seem that Christmas sort of exploded into my life over the last week. Yes, Sam the Snowman himself just waltzed in and puked Christmas cheer all over my apartment… too much? OK well then… Buddy the elf came by and in a matter of hours there were paper snowflakes hanging from my ceiling, white paper garlands on my walls, and a beautiful Christmas tree adorning my living room. (I exaggerate only moderately.)
The only thing missing, frosty windows and a mulled cider on the stove.
Not only did I complete the apartment re-design for Christmas, but I also donned my new baking gear (the amazing Christmas themed apron courtesy of my mother) and churned out two batches of gingerbread. One of which I constructed into a house, complete with gingerbread men, trees, reindeer, and snowflakes. And after that? A batch of chocolate-orange biscotti.
Note that one of my batches of gingerbread failed to come together in order to make a house or men… however it made the PERFECT dough for smushed up mishapen cookies. As for the biscotti… well, while they were delicious, I think I’ll leave that to my dad. But more on that later.
In the last week and a half I have watched no less than 8 Christmas movies:
1. Robbie the Reindeer
2. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
3. A Christmas Story
5. Home Alone
6. Home Alone 2: Taking back New York
7. How the Grinch Stole Christmas
8. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
… and more to come!
Just a few brief pictures today, as I am pooped…