It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Actually, this title only applies to our house. It's looked a lot like Christmas everywhere else since, like, October.

This weekend, we took the Christmas decorations out of storage. Unlike last year, my sinuses are holding up well under the barrage of mold and must (Although this was the year that I managed to break the baby Jesus. Don't worry, Phyllis - Mark Superglued him back together.). Everything but the tree and the outdoor lights are up. I think that we're going to get a real tree this year. That excursion will hopefully occur later this week.

I also finished designing this year's Christmas cards. I'm on the fence as to whether or not I like them. I'm going the handmade route this year, which I expect will cause me to drown myself in eggnog.

In terms of Christmas activities, this weekend we checked another one off our list. Mark and I have lived in this town for seven years, and each year we miss the All Saints Church Christmas train display. We vowed that this, THIS was going to be the year we would finally see it.

Was it worth the anticipation? Sort of. It's a little smaller than the display at the Penn Hills Municipal Building which was a holiday tradition growing up. But the guys running the trains at All Saints made up for any shortcomings with their enthusiasm. Each of them took the time to talk with us (and give Lauren candy), eagerly telling us about how they were planning an even better display for next year. All in all, it very sweet. We highly recommend it.